Layne walked around the lobby admiring the Grecian décor, thinking David would be pleased. Less than a block from their office, it would be the perfect place to put their clients up. Since it was new, however, the wait for lunch was an hour even for a table for one. The maître d’ suggested the bar where the menu was limited, but he assured her she’d enjoy it. Layne walked into the crowded room and decided to take a seat at the bar itself and came face-to-face with Stacy, who looked as surprised as Layne did. Stacy set a coaster on the bar in front of Layne and was all business. “Welcome to the Sapphire, what may I get you to drink?” Taken aback, Layne replied, “Water, please, and a menu. Can I order takeout from here?” “Yes, you can.” Stacy handed Layne a menu and a glass along with a bottle of water. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Layne watched as Stacy moved to the other end of the bar and took care of another customer. It seemed so odd not to see her in a pair of shorts and a sports bra or T-shirt.
