Henley

“Good afternoon.” The waiter smiled when he set our menus on the table. “May I get you something to drink? A Mai Tai, perhaps?”

I nodded. “I’ll have one, please.”

Declan smiled. “I’ll have a draft beer.”

The waiter nodded. “So, do you know what you’d like? Or would you like to peruse the menu?”

Declan looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.

“I’d like to look at the menu, but could we get a dozen buffalo chicken ...