Almost… there…
“So, is this going to be dinner, or work?” Mira said as she looked at the menu.
“What’s the difference?”
“Dinner, I buy what I can afford. Work, I buy what you can expense.” Mira shook her head. “Really, Shamus, I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”
I leaned back. “Let’s call it ‘work,’ then. It looks weird when somebody my age takes somebody yours age out to dinner.”
Mira shook her head. “Tell that to the rest of Cin City. And here I thought your job would require that you read the gossip rags!” she said, in a mock-disapproving tone.
“I do. It still looks weird.”
“Well, if you’re that old we’ll just have to make allowances. So, Tom – oh, can I call you Tom? Since this is work?”
“I think we can risk the familiarity,” I said gravely.