Promise for the Future

"Will this suffice?" the maître d asked, laying the menu on the table at a corner booth.

Conner looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"It's perfect." I smiled, sliding into one side of the booth as Conner sat on the other side, across from me.

A broad smile spread across the maître d's face. "The chef will be ready for you in a few moments." He bowed slightly. "Enjoy your meal." Then he headed off to help another couple who had just wanted in.

I looked around and noticed that the maître d hadn't given us menus. "No menus?"

Conner smiled, shaking his head. "No. I hope you don't mind, but I've ordered us a special meal for tonight."

"Sounds good." My lips curled into a smile. "That's very thoughtful of you."

He leaned in conspiratorially. "Just one question."

"What's that?"

"Is there any food that you don't particularly like?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "No. I like pretty much everything."