"Oh, I won't have too much... maybe just one glass of sauvignon blanc?" Marcie glanced up at the waiter. If Much had been here, he would've concocted the perfect first date cocktail. Oh well, maybe he'd do it for her later. When she got round to telling him.
The menu was all farm-to-table type stuff, ribs and roasts. Marcie decided on the pork belly with apple sauce, and when her wine was served, she raised it to Cathal in a little toast. "Thank you," she said, taking a sip and setting it down, then resting her chin on her laced fingers, elbows on the table. "This is all so lovely. You are so lovely."