“Since neither of us has to drive, I’m thinking we’ll get a bottle of wine,” John said after they’d been seated at a table for two right next to the window overlooking the bay.
“Okay. But you pick because I don’t know that much about wine and what’s good.”
“No problem. Do you like whites or reds mostly?”
“Well, aren’t you supposed to drink reds with beef and whites with fish or something?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t care. I drink what I like. Whites? Reds? Blush? Sweet?”
Mason considered. “Probably sweeter.”
“Perfect. I’ll order a white zinfandel.” The waitress approached inquiring about their drinks and John ordered the bottle of wine.
Mason studied the menu. “I’m thinking about having the halibut. I saw when we came in it was listed on the fresh board. How about you?”
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