"I made reservations."
"We're never going to get in there." JJ said with a frown while eyeing how full the restaurant she'd been wanting to try for date night was.
Emily smiled and pulled JJ through the glass doors up to a well-dressed man standing behind polished wooden counter who greeted them and informed them apologetically that they were full. "Two for Emily Prentiss at eight-thirty." She said, watching him open and then run his finger down the list of names in a logbook.
"Ah yes, Miss Prentiss." The maître d' confirmed on finding her name and making a mark next to it. "Right this way, please."
"I made reservations." Emily explained obviously as they followed him into the spacious restaurant and passing the host several folded bills when he sat them at a table by the window.
"I tried making reservations last week." JJ informed her after the maître d' left them to get the bottle of wine Emily asked for when they sat down. "This place is booked solid for months." She paused. "Not that I'm complaining, but you didn't use your Mother's name to get in here, did you?"
Emily tutted and shrugged delicately. "Of course not, I just made the reservations months ago."