Moments later, the waiter reappeared. "Are you gentlemen ready to order, or would you like a few more moments?"
Jefferson glanced up from his menu. After receiving a small nod from Adriel, he turned to the waiter. "We're ready. I'll have the salmon tartare to start and the filet mignon for the main course, medium rare." He set the menu down with finality.
Adriel followed suit, his smile reappearing as he regarded the waiter. "I'll have the tomato basil soup to start and the ribeye for the main course."
"Would you like any drinks?" the waiter asked, pen poised.
"I'll have a glass of your finest Pinot Noir," Jefferson said.
"Just water for me," Adriel added, casting a slightly disapproving glance at Jefferson over the wine order. He used to caution his uncle against drinking, but that felt like a lifetime ago.
