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“It’s going well. I’m still at the same firm, believe it or not.”
“Making quite a name for yourself, I hear.”
I shrug modestly. “I enjoy it. I’d like to have my own business one day.”
“You should,” he says with a shrug, while I take a sip of my water.
He glances down at the menu.
“Someday.” I still can’t believe we’re sitting here like this. It’s like nothing I could have ever imagined. I wonder if he’s feeling it too. I can’t tell, as he seems to keep everything close to his chest. “I can’t believe we’re here like this,” I say after a moment.
He glances up from the menu. “Having dinner like civilized people, you mean?”
“Yeah,” I say, biting my lip. “I mean… it’s been so long, Taylor.”
He sighs lightly. The server brings him his soda and asks us if we need more time to order. Taylor shrugs. “I think I’m gonna have the rib-eye.” He glances at me.
I laugh a little. He chooses Elliott’s Oyster House to have a steak?
He laughs too. “Can’t take me anywhere. Did you decide yet?”
I nod at him and glance at the waiter. “I’ll have the seafood pasta, please.”
“Should we go for a round of oysters, Emmerson? Just for old times’ sake.”
I blink a few times, biting my bottom lip under. I don’t mean to, but everything he says just sounds like a freaking truffle.
“I think that's a great idea. You choose,” I say to him.
“All right.” He looks up at the waiter. “We’ll have a starter of your pan-fried oysters in bourbon sauce, and maybe a half dozen of your best fresh oysters.”
“Certainly.” The waiter smiles as we pass the menus back. “Would you like anything else to drink?” he asks us.
Taylor glances at me. “Glass of wine?”
“Sure.” I nod. “Moscato?” I ask the waiter.
He nods and glances at Taylor. “And for you, Mr. James?”
Taylor shakes his head. “Not for me.”
At least the waiter isn’t acting star-struck by Taylor James sitting there, though we are getting a few looks from the other tables. I don’t think Taylor even seems to notice.
“I’ll be right back with your wine.” The waiter leaves us, and Taylor relaxes back into his seat a little.
“People are watching.” I lean forward with a hushed whisper.
Taylor doesn’t look around,but he doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. “So much for low key,” he muses. He shrugs it off. “But hey, no one has approached us yet. So it’s all good.”
“Does that happen often?”
He shrugs. “I guess it does. You kinda get used to it.”
“At least you’re not getting mobbed.”
He laughs. “I guess it could be worse.”
“Is it weird, the fame thing?” I ask him.
