Henley
“Good afternoon." The waiter smiled when he set our menus on the table. “May I get you something to drink? A Mai Tai, perhaps?"
I nodded. “I'll have one, please."
Declan smiled. “I'll have a draft beer."
The waiter nodded. “So, do you know what you'd like? Or would you like to peruse the menu?"
Declan looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
“I'd like to look at the menu, but could we get a dozen buffalo chicken wings?"
Declan's head snapped up, concealing a smile.
“And what kind of sauce would you like?" The waiter wrote everything down. This was so different from the high-end restaurants that we'd been frequenting. More like what I was used to in America.
“Mild?" I raised my eyebrows to Declan, silently asking him if that was okay.
He nodded.
“Mild, please."
A smile
