Perhaps it was his confidence, or more likely the personal tip, but the waitor graciously lowered his head with a grin. "Of course, sir. Don't we all tire of the city at some point, sir?" Proud of the production, she stood quickly and took his embrace as if they'd been together for years. Winking at the waitor she added, "What else would a girl want?" They escaped the hall unscathed and even though they were out of eyeshot, she still walked closely with him. She shook her head, "I travel light. Let us head on out shall we?" * Author: John Masterton, PostPosted: Tue Jun 21, 2005 9:48 am