Jacob smiled good-naturedly. "This place wouldn't have what I want."
Dave scowled. "What do you mean? This is the biggest restaurant in Abacoport!
They even have the rarest Sauvignon Blanc if you so desire! What is it that you want?"
"I'm not fond of white wine," Jacob said with a contemptuous glance at the wine list. "I only drink Romanée-Conti or nothing at all."
Dave frowned. "What the hell is that?"
In spite of herself, Stefanie laughed at Dave's expression. Jacob, on the other hand, remained silent with an enigmatic smile as he awaited Dave's response.
Still frowning, Dave turned to the waiter beside him. "What was that wine he mentioned? Do you have any on hand?"
The waiter shook his head. "We don't carry red wine here."