Chapter 5
In truth, I couldn’t have cared less about the bartender because I had Cord at my side. He seemed to have taken a liking to my city-boy charm. We walked to a pine booth and sat across from each other. We were soon greeted by a twenty-something waiter named Chad, dressed up like a cowboy.
“Two beers,” I said. “Draft. And make sure the glasses are clean.”
Chad nodded. “Anything else?”
“Two menus,” Cord cut in. “I’m starving.”
Before Chad moseyed away, I told him, “I’ll take the bill,” and Chad nodded again.
Cord said, “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. It’s my town. When I’m in your town, you can pick up the tab.”
“Fair enough,” he agreed with me, seeming pleased with my decision.
As we waited, he asked, “What exactly do you do for K&D Design?”
“I push papers from one side of my desk to the other, make a lot of phone calls, create a few computer documents, and whatnot.”
“What’s your title?”
“Executive Assistant.”