"Please, call me Sato." Her smile opened up like a fan: bright, pretty, veiled. "Such a happy occassion shouldn't need too much formality. May I call you Corbin?"
The prepped waiter glid to their table, placing a menu before Raven and a wine list before Sato. She touched his wrist lightly, briefly. "Thank you, Richard. Please, bring us the....hmm. A tea-smoked lychee amuse bouche for Monsieur Black, I think, and the grapefruit crudo for me."
Sato waited till the waiter departed, before turning to her companion with a wry expression. "I do hope that wasn't overly presumptuous. The lychee is very good, I assure you." She tapped the wine list. "Would you like a light drink beforehand?"