Trenton Smith ordered a steak and a few side dishes, and then picked a dessert for Norris Moore. He handed the menu to the waiter and said, "Since you're tired of the food, I'll talk to the housekeeper today and change the family chef."
Norris Moore laughed, "Why would my one sentence make someone lose their job? I'm not that whimsical. I just came out to eat alone because I'm a bit tired of eating at home."
"Are you tired of eating at home or tired of eating with me?"
Norris Moore laughed, "You're acting strange today."
"Am I?"
"Yeah, like you ate dynamite or something."
The medium-rare steak was served, and Trenton Smith was cutting the beef with a knife, while Norris Moore, sitting across from him, enjoyed her strawberry cake with a fork.
Philip Shaw had called him and told him that Norris Moore had driven straight to this restaurant. After parking the car, it hadn't moved since.
When he found her, she was indeed in the private dining room.
