Dermot's pov
I watched as the waiter nodded and scurried away to get her the bottle. I hid my face behind the menu as I searched for what to order.
I already knew what to order but I didn't want to make her feel conscious of her decision as her boss. I rather she thinks we are friends right now.
"It's been a long couple of weeks," she started,
I turned to her, "yes it had, the people we love the most end up surprising us." I said as I thought back to Carter and I.
The expression of guilt was evident on her face now, she couldn't hide it but I didn't want to pressure her. It seems whoever she is in cahoots is already doing the pressuring.
I let her order her wine, the waiter brought it and waited for us to order. She didn't seem to be doing that soon as she battled with the wine.
"Just give us everything on the specials." I say to him.
He nodded and went back, I watched her battle with the cork in frustration.
