[Oh shit, that guy is wearing gloves. This is like going to the country club fancy. She briefly bites at her lip and glances down as the water is poured, and she promptly grabs her glass to take a sip. Suddenly her mouth is incredibly dry. The tap to her shin makes her smile and look up, and she's laughing at his compliment.]

Well, I wasn't going to let him turn us away.

[If she can do even one thing to treat him to something nice, she'll do whatever it takes. He's given her so many experiences, she wants to at least be able to give him a couple.

The waiter returns and stands at the table side expectantly, and Chrissy sighs like he's an inconvenience as she grabs the drink menu to look it over.]

We'll choose a bottle in a minute. Can we have menus now? Like food ones?

[It's physically painful to fake the tone she's using, and guilt is starting to creep in because she's sure the people here hate having to work for people that act like this. But the place is filled with them, a sea of white faces all acting entitled and like they're the only people around that matter. It's disgusting.

Her cheeks actually turn pink as the waiter stammers an apology and rushes off to go grab a couple of menus, which she promptly sets down and promises to give them some time to look things over. She waits until he's completely gone before letting her shoulders slump a little.]

We better pick out something fast. I might cry if I have to talk to him like that again. He seems so nice.

[So the drink menu is passed over to Johnnie, so he can pick what he thinks sounds best. She doesn't know the first thing about wine.]