“It’s a luxury train.” Eitan read a list off his phone. “It features jazz, vintage cocktails, and thematic food, whatever that is. People aren’t supposed to have their phones out—there’s a rule. Detracts from the ambiance. I thought…” Eitan shifted around, looking uncertain for the first time all day. “We’ve been out a bunch of times, but, uh, under different circumstances. I thought you might want to get dinner. As people who sometimes get dinner together.”
