Foreman couldn't help returning Amber's smile. She'd accepted his explanation and wasn't digging for more details, and in his relief, he felt even more eager to choose a place that she'd like. "What, don't you trust me?" he asked. "Last night I didn't say it depends before I followed you." Well, he sure as hell hadn't been hesitating when there'd be a chance that he could forget his problems for a night. That had turned out pretty close to perfect.
He did have a few restaurants that he picked when he had a date. It didn't happen that often--he was busy most of the time--but Foreman didn't find it hard to pick up women for a casual affair here or there, relationships that didn't affect his work or last a particularly long time. It usually worked out well; he had the chance to let go of his frustrations and work tension with someone who didn't know exactly how crazy his boss was. Foreman took dates to restaurants where he'd gone often enough to know the service and the food was good, and where he'd tipped the maitre d's well enough over the years that they discreetly provided better wine or complimentary appetizers, and picked tables for him well away from the bathrooms or the kitchen.
"How about Ma Cabane?" he asked. "Do you know it?" It was fancier than where they'd been last night, and Foreman guessed that Amber's tastes were similar enough to his--he'd enjoyed her bar last night--that she'd appreciate it. "Or," he said, grinning, "we could go to Shank's." The sports bar had greasy food and blaring televisions, but it had good beer. Sometimes Foreman went there with Cameron and Chase, but they'd never gone there much as a couple, so Foreman thought he'd be safe enough not to run into them. Amber's pick would tell him a lot about her: whether last night's quiet jazz music and subdued lighting really was her style, or if she'd jump at the chance to do something more lighthearted. Foreman could enjoy both, on occasion, and he wondered if Amber was the same way.
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He did have a few restaurants that he picked when he had a date. It didn't happen that often--he was busy most of the time--but Foreman didn't find it hard to pick up women for a casual affair here or there, relationships that didn't affect his work or last a particularly long time. It usually worked out well; he had the chance to let go of his frustrations and work tension with someone who didn't know exactly how crazy his boss was. Foreman took dates to restaurants where he'd gone often enough to know the service and the food was good, and where he'd tipped the maitre d's well enough over the years that they discreetly provided better wine or complimentary appetizers, and picked tables for him well away from the bathrooms or the kitchen.
"How about Ma Cabane?" he asked. "Do you know it?" It was fancier than where they'd been last night, and Foreman guessed that Amber's tastes were similar enough to his--he'd enjoyed her bar last night--that she'd appreciate it. "Or," he said, grinning, "we could go to Shank's." The sports bar had greasy food and blaring televisions, but it had good beer. Sometimes Foreman went there with Cameron and Chase, but they'd never gone there much as a couple, so Foreman thought he'd be safe enough not to run into them. Amber's pick would tell him a lot about her: whether last night's quiet jazz music and subdued lighting really was her style, or if she'd jump at the chance to do something more lighthearted. Foreman could enjoy both, on occasion, and he wondered if Amber was the same way.