"A more secluded table please,"
Summer felt like a fish out of the sea hearing the strange request her date made as he slipped a preposterous tip into the waiter's hand reminding her once again that though their paycheck had the same number written on it, their financial backgrounds were very different.
The young waiter's eyes sparkled, and his head bobbed up and down. "This way, follow me please," he said as he led the way for Andrew and Summer.
She vaguely registered that her hand was back in the arm of her date once more. Something didn't make sense to her, 'I thought that this place was booked months in advance?' She wondered what kind of a table would qualify as secluded under these circumstances.
As they moved past the final table and went into a corridor further inside the club, Summer understood what was happening. They'd end up going somewhere else in the club and the food from the restaurant would be delivered to where they were.
