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We arrived at the restaurant just a few minutes early. I pulled up to the valet parking stand and got out. The kid helped Becky with her door. He looked about 16, though I'm sure he was older. He came around to get in and park the car. I had the keys in my hand, no way was I letting him drive my car.
"Where's Willie?" I asked him pleasantly.
"Oh, he's here. I think he's taking a break. I'll get it for you" he said way too eagerly.
"Go get him. Please" I added as an afterthought.
I could tell he was disappointed, maybe even a little insulted, but you don't keep a job at this place by not catering to every whim of the customer. It was only a minute or so and Willie, a tall black man in a tux, came out the door.
"Scott! It's been a while!" he said with his patented smooth style.
"It has indeed. How's tricks?" I asked, tossing him the keys.
"Can't complain. I'll take good care of your baby" he joked with an easy smile.
"Thanks"
And we headed to dinner. The doorman had the door before we got there. The hostess was waiting with menus and took us straight to the window table I'd requested.
Once we were seated I asked Becky if she'd ever been to the place before. The name is Girard's. It's the original 'classy' place in town. In my opinion, and that of a lot of others, the best eatery we have. The food is exquisite, the atmosphere and service unsurpassed and the view of the lake is worth the price all by itself. That's why I asked for this specific table.
"No, I never have, but I've always wanted to. Is it as good as I've heard?" she said.
I sensed she was impressed, but by no means overwhelmed. She acted as if she was use to places like this. I figured she probably was.
"I'm glad to be able to take you somewhere new then. I think it's that good, we'll see what you think" I replied.
By that time, of course, the maitre d' had arrived.
"Scott, so nice to see you again. Would you care for something to drink?" he asked, all style.
I didn't go there that often, maybe a couple of times a year, but I swear to God the man remembered the names of anyone who'd ever set foot in the place. It was a nice touch.
"Becky?" I still didn't know if she drank.
"I'll have a white Zin please," she ordered.
I personally am not a big wine drinker, though I do enjoy a nice glass on occasion, but have a thing about 'pink' wines. Oh well, to each her own.
Instead I ordered my standard beer, "Heineken for me Peter"
"Very well" and he disappeared.
Moments later an Asian woman delivered two glasses.
"Cheers!" I said, tipping my glass towards her.
"Cheers!" she repeated with a warm smile.
We dined slowly, having several courses each. The food and service were as wonderful as always. The company was fantastic as well. She was extremely easy to talk to and we were getting along amazingly well.
I learned a great deal about her over the course of the evening.
I'd been right earlier about her age. She'd only recently graduated from nursing school and was just 22. Seven years younger than me, and younger than most women I'd dated, but she was far more experienced and sophisticated than most women several years older.
She came from a very wealthy family. Her parents owned the townhouse and had let her live there while in school. She was staying on there while she got herself established in her career.
She admitted to a very limited social life. She'd been a bit of a tomboy when younger and a self avowed 'book worm nerd' in school. She'd certainly gone out some, but just hadn't ever met anyone to get serious about.
"In fact that party last week was the first time I've done anything in quite a while" she said.
"Well, since you've mentioned the party, I really feel bad about what happened!" I said, somewhat uneasily.
"Forget it, I have. Really! That's not why I brought it up. I'm just glad you tracked me down again" she said, clearly sincere.
"Thanks, me too!" I said with a big grin.
Neither of us ever mentioned the incident again.
We chatted on and on, the conversation flowing easily and covering just about everything. I don't remember the last time I got to know anyone so well in a single evening.
By the time we finished desert it was a little after 10:00. I could hardly believe we'd been there three hours.
I paid the check and we headed to the door. Peter appeared and wished us well. The door opened as if it were the kind at the grocery store. It wasn't, of course, the doorman simply anticipated every customer's need.
Willie had the Porsche right in front, running and both doors open. He got mine and the young kid got Becky's. I gave him a large tip, as always.
"You have a nice evening and come back and see us soon!" he said.
"Thanks Willie, you take care" I replied.
And off we drove. We were back at Becky's house in just a few minutes, most of the trip driven in silence. We'd evidently already talked about nearly everything.
"So, what'd you think?" I asked, not fishing for a compliment.
"You were right, it's fantastic" she replied.
We pulled up in front of her place and I got her door and walked her to the house. She didn't invite me in, which I hadn't really expected to be honest. I held her and we had a very nice, but not overly steamy kiss.
"I had a great time Scott, thanks" she beamed.
"Me too! I'd like to see you again" I said.