It was James, a guy with a dazzling background, a lot of money, and a bright future who set the date, so there was no need to doubt the quality of the restaurant.
This was the third time that James asked the waiter to add wine. It was not because his date was late, but because of what Zach said before the date. No matter how many times James told himself not to think about it, his brain just completely ignored his autonomous consciousness, so, "Go on, go on..." He simply took the bottle from the waiter's hand, "Put it here, you can go. Got it!"
What can the waiter say? He just went back and wrote down the bill.
"Mr. Lance." Kate gasped and appeared in front of the reception desk, announcing the name of the reservation. While scanning the people in the restaurant - all the glamorous people, she hurriedly took out her makeup mirror for the last time and checked herself. makeup.
"Table No. 11." The receptionist smiled and pointed in the direction.
"Thank you!" Kate adjusted her dress, put her handbag under her hand, put a smile on her face, fully integrated into the occasion, and walked to the table.
Yes, this reporter Kate is James’ date. Well, let's get rid of this description that was just used to explain it to Zack so that he wouldn't ask questions. This isn't a date at all, it's a meeting. James needed to see with his own eyes this reporter who said what he wanted to say but couldn't tell the truth, and this reporter, she wanted to watch 'Lance', did she need to explain more.
"Mr. Lance!" Kate stood next to her seat.
James was finally freed from his chaotic thoughts, "Ah, Miss Kate!" A good education is not just a background, James stood up and opened the seat for the lady.
The only drawback is that James's face is a little flushed and his body is not stable. The reason is that there is already half a bottle of wine on the table. But Kate obviously didn't care about this. After taking her seat, she said, "Mr. Lance! It's such an honor to meet you in person! I'm also really sorry. The road is too busy during rush hour..." After the compliment, he immediately apologized for being late. This was a good move.
James waved his hand and greeted the waiter casually, "It's okay, I live nearby and came early. Menu, please." Then, he stretched out his hand and said, "The honor is mine. Thank you, Miss, for agreeing to this interview." Of course, this The meeting was initiated by James, and the meeting was with a reporter, so what could be more appropriate than to request an interview
Kate also stretched out her hand and shook it gently, "Wow ~ strong hand, Mr. Lance ~"
Think about it, neither of these two people want this to be just a professional interview, right? So, bring out whatever you can! Who wants to watch two young men and women eating dinner honestly
"James is fine." James smiled, "It's just that it might be a little rough for a beautiful lady like you." Oh! James will also perform well, but of course we can't see it at ordinary times. Could it be that watching him perform against Zach? Well, kill this idea as soon as possible!
"Hehehe~" Kate tilted her head slightly, "Kate is fine. Roughness is good~ That's the trace of your military life. I think every girl will admire a little bit of 'roughness'~"
"Worship...you mean the sense of security?"
"Yeah~ a sense of security, soldiers, police detectives, you can't ask for anything safer~"
Don't care about the smoothness of this, it's the atmosphere of the restaurant, starting from the wine bottle that has been taken care of by the waiter and evenly distributing the alcohol in the glasses of two people... The most important thing is that James's brain is already a little dizzy.
With such a start, I think we should skip some processes that do not show value and go directly to the things that everyone cares about -
"Hahaha~ Very interesting." Kate, "My grandmother always said that she could never adapt to this humid environment and the seafood that always has a salty and wet taste." This is Barton, of course two people eat of seafood, "But look at me, I was born in Barton, raised in Barton, I love, love seafood ~ What about you?"
"Absolutely." James tilted his head, "I'm not very picky about food." When he reached for the wine again, he didn't know what the red liquid reminded him of. His hand hesitated for a moment, but he still picked it up. Wine glass.
"But there must be some things you are not used to. After all, you have been in the west all your life and suddenly come to a city in the east. There will always be some things that need to be adjusted~" In order to write a good article as a reporter, or just I simply want to understand James as a person, who knows.
"Adjustment..." James seemed to be thinking seriously, "Human." He was not as repulsed as when he was 'treated' by Amelia, or it was the above reasons, atmosphere, alcohol, and brain, "In the West, I was always 'the general's son,' and here, in Patton, I was just, well, James."
"Oh~~" There are two inflections at the end, "You are not just James, you are Detective Lance. When people talk about you, they will think of the cult case at Paisley Station, the murder of Hermann's son, 'Val fan'..." Kate stopped herself. James Lance's achievements in Barton were not even finished. There was an apology on her face, and she actually stretched out her hand and held down James' hand, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned Herman.”
reason? In the subsequent prison break, the murderer in the Hermann case escaped from prison and kidnapped someone. Since James is now 'dating' another woman, let's avoid mentioning the name of this person who no longer exists.
"It's all over." James picked up the wine glass again. As long as everything was put on the bill, no one had any objections. "You don't have to be sorry." James smiled, "You sound like you know me very well."
"Yeah~" he replied implicitly but not implicitly, "Just like any girl of the same age~ Haha, you can consider me a fan of yours~"
"Then, toast." James put down the cup and raised it again, "For me, to have a fan like you~" It wasn't James who was imitating Kate's tone, it was him who was really drunk. One of the proofs is that in James' head, which was already dizzy, there was a terrible idea, 'Girls who hate vampires, beautiful girls, are my fans.'
"Then I have to ask, because I am a fan, haha, Mr. James Lance, are you single?" Another fact is that Kate followed the rhythm of James raising the cup, so...
Still, I think there is no point in showing the process, so just omit it. After all, no one wants to watch two young men and women having a good dinner, huh.
"Oh, haha! Your grandmother is really an interesting person!" James smiled and continued to signal the waiter not to stop (drinking).
"That's what I'm telling you!" Kate was already holding an empty glass and waiting for the waiter's attention. "She always emphasizes that women must be self-reliant! Make money, gain status, and support their own families!" Suddenly she whispered, leaning closer to James. "I said to her, 'Grandma, what you said is right, but please give me a family for me to raise!'" Yes, her voice became louder in the middle of the sentence, "'Your baby is self-improvement. My granddaughter doesn’t even have a boyfriend yet!'"
"Oh, you're lying." James shook his head at Kate as if he was sure, "A girl like you shouldn't just..." Before he could finish his words, the wine had arrived. Let's drink first.
"Hey! I can say the same thing to you!" Kate shrugged, "Sir~"
"Okay, my fault. What about your parents? I didn't hear what you said about them."
Probably, now both of them have forgotten the purpose of this meeting, or why they wanted to ruin the atmosphere.
"Well, there's not much to say. It was during the war not long after I was born. They never stayed at home, so I have no impression of them." Kate raised her eyebrows and thought for a while, "But the war ended ten years ago , I received two Purple Hearts, and if those two medals were all they left me, I, I guess, I just had to accept it?"
"I'm sorry... war is cruel..." It comes from the mouth of a person from a military family like James, so these words represent many things.
"No need." Kate returned to smiling, "At least the two medals gave me a little advantage. I got the privilege of choosing a university major. I chose journalism, and then, I am like this now~ Sometimes, I think, Maybe two medals are more useful than two real people..." It was automatically silenced because -
"This is really, really, really..." James blinked and raised his glass, "A dark thought."
"Hmm. But practical, down-to-earth, down-to-earth...yeah." Kate nodded to herself. Then, he reached out to lift the wine glass that James had just put down, "Toast, for reality."
"For practicality." Oh! James would not turn down an opportunity to toast.
"Then~" Kate shook her finger towards James, "I told you my dark and practical thoughts, and you have to tell yours~ Start!"
"Uh... you, um, are more beautiful, real, honest, and..." James was shaking his head to think of words, but was interrupted.
"What's this!" Kate pushed James' head, "You're cheating!"
"Oh haha... I didn't." James' wine glass did not fall on the table at all, "Believe me, this is very dark and practical, in a way you can't imagine..."
Same as above, omitting the useless stuff.
"Oh my God!" Kate covered her face that was too red from the alcohol and stared at her opened handbag. "I didn't even take out the recorder..." She only started to rummage through the bag to get her wallet. Now, her attention was no longer on the independent woman raised by her grandmother, but on the recorder that had not seen the light of day during the entire dinner - she completely forgot about her work, "It's over! I'm done! I promise My supervisor, there will be a full James Lance review tomorrow..."
James had already settled the bill, smiled and tried to put the wallet back into his pocket. With the accuracy of his current behavior, it was very difficult, "Ha, don't be kidding, if you write what you just said in the newspaper, I will You're probably going to be arrested... "Uh, sorry, it's something I left out. It's two drunk young men and women saying stupid things to each other. Use your imagination to fill in the gaps.
"Uh... you're right. I already have a guy who's probably super close to the city government hating me, and I can't let a police detective hate me too..."
What was supposed to come finally came, and James' body, which was about to stand up, fell back into his seat. Well, it's probably just that he really can't stand up. He looked at Kate with his eyes that almost caught up with the charming eyes, "You said, well, you don't live nearby?"
"Yeah." Kate shook her head, completely giving up her promise to her supervisor, "I live with my grandmother, over there in the back bay..." She packed her handbag and prepared to stand up. She tried but couldn't.
The two people looked at each other on their seats.
"We're all finished~" Kate was the first to speak.
"You're done~" James lowered his head. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because of his complicated emotions, "My home is just a street away."
"Then I can only call my grandmother and ask her to come..." Kate said, "Oh no... I am driving my grandmother's car, she can't come to pick me up..." On the logic of the drunken brain.
"Miss, you want us to call a taxi for you..." The waiter probably thought he was acting as a savior and stood in front of Kate with a professional smile.
"Let a drunk girl be alone in a taxi!" Inexplicably, James stood up, with red eyes and a twisted face. The waiter instinctively took two steps back, but James had not finished speaking, "And I am a police detective! I can tell you responsibly!" The voice was still loud, attracting enough attention, "This city ! It’s not as safe as you think!!”
Look, what is supposed to come will come.
"James..." Kate covered her face and shrugged her shoulders. She probably wanted to remind James in a low voice. But let’s face it, her body control is terrible now, so her voice is not quiet at all, but the way she looks has fully proved James’ point of view, “Everyone is watching. I-we-make a small sound-ah-"
She must not be allowed to take a taxi home alone like this!
"You can rest at my house for the night..." James stabilized his body, helped Kate up, and tried to avoid all the gazes coming his way. God knows what was in those eyes.
"But I still have to tell my grandmother where I am at night...she will be worried..." Logic.
"There is a phone at my house." James could only speed up his pace. For some reason, the emotion in his eyes became deeper when he looked at them.
"Does your home have a bathroom?" But Kate didn't make the situation better at all, "I need to take a bath..." Leaning softly on James, "Now my whole body smells like wine... Sniff, oh, you That’s right too~”
"I have a bathroom..."
"Then~ the bed~ is a big, comfortable bed~" Kate had already started to play with James' hair, "Do you have this at home..."
"Yes, yes..."
All the eyes watching the couple leave the restaurant knew exactly what would happen when they got home. So, we should also understand.
Men, women, alcohol, emotional outbursts. Never a good combination, remember. (.)