10-14-2013, 09:08 PM
David had called Vivian and bought her a room, and was talking to the waiter at the front desk of the restaurant. "One of your nicest tables, please."
The young man nodded, "Yes sir, Mr. Rice. I will give you the best table available."
David hadn't bothered to change his clothes, as he had already been in a suit and tie. He had simply touched up his hair before he had gone to the restaurant. When Rachel walked in he smiled at her, "Mrs. Freemon, you look lovely."