Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
It was not a date, not a date, so there was no reason to feel all fluttery that Hugh agreed. Dietre could chastise himself all day and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference, it was just too late. He knew he was already smiling more than he should be. “Alright… I was hired for weekends, so a weeknight would be best, I think.”
“I hope it is a good fit too…” The only problem Dietre could anticipate would be people he worked with. He was quite sure the diners weren’t going to pay any attention to him. People who went to restaurants saved their nastiness for the wait staff. “I’m already a bit in love with the piano there, I haven’t played a grand in too long. My mother’s was a grand…” He trailed off a little, his smile dimming. Dietre didn’t like to talk about his family, but it slipped out.
He quickly left the memory of his mother’s piano behind to bask a bit more in Hugh’s attention. Those twinkling eyes made Dietre avert his own, bashful, but not too shy to attempt a mildly teasing joke. “Are you telling me that I can’t slack off because some night you’ll be there listening without me knowing? Like a-- what are they..? Like a secret shopper?”