Yes, Daddy

chapter Twelve Mia

                  Mia

Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester, I read the name as we wall in. Modern, light, and elegant are the description that comes to mind — victorian ceilings with modern chandeliers. Round tables are set everywhere with white table covers candles and white roses in the middle of each one. Grey sitting chairs that look comfortable line each table. I'm awe ar we come to the host desk. 

"Good evening, welcome to Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester french cuisine. Is there a reservation" the woman asks us. Her eyes are lingering on him before resting on me. 

"Greyson, table for two," he says, smiling back. She takes a moment looking through her computer." Right this way then," she says, grabbing menus and walking away with a little to much sway in her hips. 

We walk past table after table passing family. Light chatter fills my ears. Stepping through an archway, she leads us to another room — small dark brown tables with love seat seatings filling with Cupples. 

I decide not to overthink into this and enjoy it. 

"This place is gorgeous," I say, sitting down. Greyson's face beams with pride as he sits next to me." I'm glad you like it. I have never been here but have been wanting to try it." He smiles his gaze on me.

"I'm glad you here, Mia." I smile and blush my checks, cheating." Me to. I grew up in a tiny town, and I have never been to such a beautiful place. To eat, I mean. Thank you," I say, generally meaning it. 

A young man comes to the table, halting our conversation." Good evening. I'm Walter, and I will be your waiter this evening. May I start you off with something to drank" he asks politely. 

Greyson orders us a bottle of 2016 Crozes-Hermitage - F. Reverdy red wine and water. I feel giggly inside, having this experience for the first time. I can't help with Ethan was here instead of Greyson, but I'm grateful none the less. We chatted lightly for a few minutes then look at our menu. 

My eyes bug out of there sockets looking at the prices, but I don't dare say anything. I know his family comes from money just by the way he and his brother walk, and the suits they ware alone cost more than a pretty penny. 

My family, on the other hand, does not come from money. We have always had to work for every cent, but we still made do and managed. I'm not ashamed, though. I'm proud of my family and my background minus my bloody ass hole of a father. 

"What are you thinking," he asks, and it's only then that I realize he's been staring at me. I bite back a laugh at the sudden awkwardness I feel. I squirm in my seat a little hope he does not notice." Hm, I'm thinking about the MILLET, Brussel sprouts, hazelnut" I repeat the menu is peering down at it. 

"A girl knows she likes her meets." He smirks."I like that," he says, his eyes ablaze with heat. My checks warm and tingle. I try to dodge the situation as I quickly realize this is more than just a friendly dinner." Nice pickup line. I add you as my wingman," I wink trying to friends zone. Something passes in eyes, and our waiter walks up to us, ending the moment thankfully. 

Walter sets our waters down and two empty wine glasses. Then he proceeds to open the wine with quick fingers. He pours a little in mine first and then waits. It only takes me a second to realize he wants me to try it first. I swirl the red liquid then bring it my nose inhaling deeply. I sip lightly and moan instantly. My mouth is exploding in flavors. I take another sip receiving more flavors. I give the waiter an eager nod of my head and set the glass back on the table for him to finish pouring. 

Cherry, blackberries, raspberries, and spiced plums. Some peppery back notes. Enticing. Clean, dry, and good medium acidity, medium structured tannin. Lots of blackberry, ripe blueberry, bramble leaves, and stewed plums. Pepper sits in the background and adds a fabulous hint.