"I'll be back. Ring the chef when you're done so he'll bring the wine."
"Wine?"
"For me."
Esmeralda nodded, concentrating on her food. He liked this side of her. Carefree and focused on the food in front of her.
He wanted to leave but he found himself settling down on one of the chairs.
"I'm sorry about what happened earlier in the day in the conference room."
Esmeralda didn't answer. She had totally forgotten about it, but now that he had chosen to talk about it, a new found annoyance for him started to grow in her heart.
"I wasn't thinking. I should have let him know you were different."
"Different?" Esmeralda asked, betraying her earlier decision to ignore him.
"You're the only one who converses with me without the royal title."
"You hate it when I don't address you with your royal title."
"You don't think I deserve it?"
