Chapter 77: Philosophical Differences
Bella came out of the bedroom just as Luke was hanging up. Was that Charlie? she asked.
Yep, hes just checking in, he fudged. He opened the door to admit the room service steward.
Where would you like this, sir? the steward asked.
Um, how about the table by the French doors? Luke shrugged to Bella.
Yes, that sounds good, she agreed.
The steward busied himself setting up the table and left without a word.
Rubbing the back of his neck uneasily, I ordered you salmon, I wasnt sure he began.
Perfect! I love salmon, she said.
They sat at the table, Luke pouring the wine into glasses. They ate in companionable silence for a while. The food was delicious, and Bella couldnt remember the last meal shed had. It must have been on the plane, she thought. Finally, to break the quiet she asked, So where are you from, originally?
Luke looked up, surprised. Pretty much South Florida. Tampa, specifically.