"Will this suffice?" the maître d asked, laying the menu on the table at a corner booth.
Conner looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.
"It's perfect." I smiled, sliding into one side of the booth as Conner sat on the other side, across from me.
A broad smile spread across the maître d's face. "The chef will be ready for you in a few moments." He bowed slightly. "Enjoy your meal." Then he headed off to help another couple who had just wanted in.
I looked around and noticed that the maître d hadn't given us menus. "No menus?"
Conner smiled, shaking his head. "No. I hope you don't mind, but I've ordered us a special meal for tonight."
"Sounds good." My lips curled into a smile. "That's very thoughtful of you."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "Just one question."
"What's that?"
"Is there any food that you don't particularly like?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head. "No. I like pretty much everything."
