I didn’t look at the menu.
I looked at him.
“What’s Belle St. Michel?” I asked.
His eyes went from his menu to me. “Do you have white wine with bubbles in your world?”
“Champagne?”
“Indeed.” He nodded. “Belle St. Michel is champagne from a region in Fleuridia.”
I grinned at my menu, thinking, Fabulous. Fleuridian champagne. This night just kept getting better and better.
“That pleases you?” he queried and I knew he caught my grin.
I looked back at him. “I like Fleuridian wine.”
At that, his lips tipped up and he looked down to his menu, murmuring, “A lady with excellent taste.”
It was meant as a compliment but it struck me, and not in a good way.
Because I was that lady.
I was exactly that lady. The kind of lady who knew just how excellent the quality was of my boots and cape. My dress. This restaurant. Fine wine. I knew all that and more very well, in this world and my own.
I worried my lip with my teeth, perused the menu, and became aware of eyes on me. Peeking around, I saw Apollo and I getting furtive glances, the patrons here too well-mannered to stare outright.
They knew him here. And Ilsa.
Fabulous.
Oh well.
Whatever. It wasn’t the first, it wouldn’t be the last and because of that, I’d have to get used to it.
I might as well start now.
The wine came and I set my menu aside to watch it being served.
And I saw there was no taste testing exercise to go through here. The waiter just put down delicately etched, flat-bowled champagne glasses in front of Apollo and I, popped the cork and poured.
He then took orders. This time, Apollo allowed me to order for myself.
And then the waiter was away and I was alone with Apollo and champagne.
I went after the champagne and took a sip.
Beauty.
“What you expected?” Apollo asked and my eyes went to him to see he was asking this with his gaze on me over the rim of his wineglass and, like everything about him, that was hot.
He took a sip as I answered, “Better.”
His eyes smiled as he swallowed and set the glass aside.
It was then, it hit me that our date had commenced and I felt my palms start to get wet.
But here I was, in a new world and I knew one thing. I had no choice but to make the best of the situation.