“I refuse to be stood up on a first date. Besides, this place has awesome food. If you don’t like it and your clothes don’t fall off after this meal, I’ll give up being a physician and go back to slinging drinks in a bar.” Peter got plates from the kitchen and after rummaging around in the drawers, found a corkscrew. He poured a sampling in Russell’s glass and stood patiently. Russell smiled, took his glass by the stem, and peered at the light golden liquid inside. He sniffed, took a small sip, and swished it around his mouth. “Excellent choice, sir. Please proceed.” They sat in silence while they ate.