"How about we forget what happened?"
It was his turn to laugh now. "You think I wanna forget about that? It's one of my favorite things to think about when I go to..."
She hit him on the hand. And she must have hit him hard and soundly, because a couple of confused looks were shot their way and she met a couple of them, smiling apologetically. "Can you at least be a bit more... Silent?"
"I'm not ashamed of having sex with you." His lips were a straight line, but his eyes were dying out of laughter. Though the answer was sincere.
"I'm not... How is this a professional dinner, Cal?"
"I never mentioned a thing. You're the one who wants to talk about this, I am just answering your questions."
"Good evening. Welcome to our restaurant. Could I bring you some drinks for a starter?"
Neither bothered to look at the waiter, their gazes locked on each other's.
"I'll have some champaigne. Dom Perignon." She could feel Cal wince, since it was quite an expensive champaigne and he was the one paying for their dinner. So she will make him pay. "A bottle. We'll share."
"It's a good choice. As for the appetizers..."
"We will throw a look at the menu. Now can you give us a moment?" It was said in a rude tone, though words seemed to have no weight to the young waiter who just nodded slightly and muttered a silent "of course" before flying off to another table. "Are we playing some dirty game here, love? Cause I can play along, but you won't like it."
"No. I just really like this champaigne. You'll see, it's great. My favorite."
Liar, liar, liar. The part about it being her favorite was true. But the one about not playing the game, not so much. "Alright." He said, leaning back into the chair, and scanning her face with a small smirk. Two could play this game. He raised his hand at the young waiter whose face he recognized in the crowd. "I decided on these fried ravioli."
"And I'll have the mini manchego tarts." Gillian added with a modest smile, realizing just after a couple of seconds that she asked for the first thing she saw on the menu. Cal didn't give her a moment to read it through, but he seemed to have known the menu, so she couldn't help but wonder who he was with at a place like this.
"Alright, as for the main dishes-"
"We still didn't decide. But I have a favor to ask you. Since my wife, here-", he motioned to Gillian, "-is a feminist-" and then he added a shrug of his shoulders, which made him look a bit lost and helpless. "-she always insists on us doing the same things and also paying the same... Could you please bring us two separate, but even cheks at the end of the evening?" Once again he shrugged as if he was the confused one. "I just can't say no to her."
The look on the waiter's face could be described as confusion, but he simply nodded and left, while Gillian's face slowly started getting some strong pink color. "Well played, Cal. Well played."
"Oh. So we're playing now, are we?"