“If you feel up to it, I would like to take both of you to dinner. My father owns a tapas restaurant. I work there most evenings in addition to my job several days a week with the Segway tour company. I asked for the night off after telling him what had happened to you, and he agreed it was the right thing to do. My car is downstairs. Shall we go?”
I looked at Margaux, and she nodded. She was expressionless, but I knew she would have rolled her eyes at me if she didn’t think Roberto would see it. After ministering to my ankle a few minutes more, we headed to the elevator and down to Roberto’s car which was parked in front of the hotel.