Chapter Nine
The two-story building housed a piano bar on the second floor and a restaurant on the ground level. The acoustics were such that they could hear the music from upstairs as if it were in the same room, though perhaps slightly muted. Eric requested a booth, and Steve followed him in, instantly loving the atmosphere. The colorful décor screamed “fun” and “whimsy”, and no more than ten seconds after situating themselves in their booth, an overly friendly waiter appeared, clapping his hands as he introduced himself.
“I’m Aaron and I’ll be your server.” He smiled, ear to ear. “Is this your first visit to Expressions?”
“Mine,” Steve said, smiling. “It’s my first time.”
“But this handsome stud…” he motioned like a Price Is Right model to Eric. “I know it can’t be his first time ar
