This was awesome.” “You enjoyed the music?” “The music, the food, the ambiance . . . everything.” “You left out one of the most important components of what made it special.” “What?” “The man who was sitting beside you, baby, the company.” She gave him a look. “Yes, the company, too.” She looked around at the throng of people chatting and enjoying the perfect California night as they strolled from the venue. “I can’t believe this is my first time at the Hollywood Bowl. The sound is amazing. I’ve been missing out.” “That exceptional sound is because Janelle Monáe was performing, not to mention Earth, Wind & Fire. They could play in a barn and sound like that.” “That’s probably true. Very smart how convenient they make it to dine there, too. Now I know why you were quizzing me on meal choices earlier, so that our dinner could be preordered. Nice touch.” “Well, you know . . .” Byron began an exaggerated pimp strut. “Oh, no. Please stop.”
