Dinner

"Did you ever have dinner with my daddy?" Innocensa asked slowly, as she stared at Grant and the plate before him.

Grant looked up, startled by the sudden and seemingly random question. His brow furrowed as he set his fork down, taking a moment to process her words. They'd been eating in silence, when she decided to speak up. And it was such an odd question to ask out of the blue.

"Yes," Grant answered cautiously, nodding slowly. "When Mr. Frost was considering our project for investment, he invited me and Dave to dinner. Why do you ask?"

Innocensa smiled, a playful glint in her eyes, and shook her head lightly. "No wonder he likes you so much."

Grant's frown deepened. He leaned forward slightly, curious now. "What do you mean by that?"