Introducing Willo the maitre'd.
Me: Welcome to Chez, uh, Francois! Do you have reservations.
James: I, uh...
(Sailor slips me $2)
Me: I'll see what I can find. Right this way. (they are seated at an outdoor table on a balcony. Strung lights are above them and a few violinists are in the background)
James: You can relax. Dinner's on me.
Sailor: You're too good.
James: Just you wait. There's a surprise. (leans over and kisses her)
Someone want to run with that, or am I just being trippy? PS: I'm glad you enjoyed the story so much. I wrote a willabeth one for Surreal and she's working on a sparrabeth one for me, so there are a lot of shipping stories going around.