The ring of metal on ceramic echoed off the walls of the upscale California bistro, polished steel glinting in the subtle lighting as plates of game - wild-raised and humanely butchered,
of course - found their way in front of the couple in the corner booth.
Jaime smiled up at the waiter and thanked him as Will frowned briefly at the interruption in his little symposium, but as Jaime turned back to him,
Will was preoccupied with trying to gauge her reaction. His fingers tapped on the table as his pupils flicked back and forth, so Jaime smiled and mouthed a "Thank you" to him as well.
After referring to the half-dozen reviews and listings celebrating the restaurant as an icon of sustainable California cuisine three or four times each on the drive up,
Jaime had gathered that Will might have been feeling a little nervous about their first anniversary date.
A smile managed to bob to the surface past Will's nerves a few times, but she still felt his eyes studying her every reaction as she leaned over the plate and took a good whiff.
Rosemary, sage, butter, and the earthy scent of game flooded her nose.
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