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“I’ve heard this place has great wine. I’m in the mood for a red. Does that sound good to you?” she asked, never giving me a chance to say anything.
I nodded my head and she reached for the wine list. I put out my hand to stop her, and she looked at me, a bit incredulous.
“The sommelier here is a good friend of mine,” I said with a smirk.
“Well, aren’t you important?”
“He’ll have a great recommendation for us; I’m sure of it.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten at a restaurant with a sommelier.”
“Well, you are about to be treated to something very special.”
“Oh, we’re splitting the check.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What? You think I don’t have money? That I can’t afford to eat at a place like this?”
“I’m sure you can, but I insist. Let me treat you.”
Grace’s eyes narrowed and she took a deep sigh.
“Fine. But next time, it’s my treat.”
“Next time?”
“Shut up.”
As the night went on,Grace and I fell into an easy rhythm of banter and insults, as well as some deep and meaningful conversations. I knew she was intelligent, but I didn’t know the true extent of how wise and thoughtful she was.
We ate our way through five courses of food, some incredible wine, and the most decadent dessert I had ever tasted. I lost all sense of time, and before I knew it, the restaurant was mostly empty around us.
I didn’t want the night to end, but I also wasn’t sure how to make it go on any longer. I didn’t want to insult her by asking her to come home with me, but I knew there were only a small handful of places in the city where we could go without me being recognized.
Grace had agreed with me when I told her we needed to do everything we could to keep this date out of the public eye. Ella would have both of our heads if that’s how she found out about us.
Not that there was anything to find out about, because there certainly wasn’t. At least not yet. Though I secretly hoped there would be.
“So, you still haven’t told me where you live. I’m picturing a posh skyscraper full of hedge fund managers and people with other fancy job titles.”
“I guess you could say it’s something like that…”
“Oh no,” she said quietly.
She glanced around to see if anyone was listening.
“Don’t tell me you live on Billionaire Row.”
I felt my face turn hot. I really hate when people call it that, but honestly, I don’t know if there’s anyone in my building whoisn’ta billionaire. Or within a five-block radius, for that matter.
“You live there? Are you serious? Which building?”
“I don’t want to get into it right now.”
“Fine, I’ll stop pestering you. But I’m going to go home to my one-bedroom 1,000 square foot apartment tonight and cry a little bit.”
I rolled my eyes at her, knowing that she was just trying to get a bit of a rise out of me. Or maybe… she couldn’t be insinuating that she wants to see the place…right?
