The restaurant was busy with the lunch time crowd as Rome walked in the door, glancing around and quickly finding Al’s familiar face in the back. The executive lifted his hand, a smile on his face. Rome returned the smile and waved before heading that direction, skirting around a waitress and a young girl who was clearly not having the best day as she shouted at her mother and flung her chair backward across the tile floor with a screech.
It wasn’t an elegant restaurant, that was for certain, but the casual atmosphere of Shooters made it a hit with the younger crowd, and it was owned by a celebrity chef, so Rome hadn’t thought twice when he’d agreed to meet Al and the new owner of the production company here for lunch. It wasn’t too far away from the backlot where he was filming that day either, now that the desert scenes were all in the books. “Al, how are you?” Rome asked, extending his hand as the other man stood to shake it.
