Becca said, as she gawked at the glamorous decorations and elaborate spread of food. Uchi, a local Japanese restaurant, was known to give a great Valentine’s Day party, but Becca was the last person who ever thought she’d be an attendee. She didn’t even want to ask how much James’ client had paid for the tickets to thank James for getting a project in under budget and a full two weeks before the due date. She knew normal dinner tabs could easily run into the thousands there and shuddered at the thought of it. Dinner checks the size of a mortgage. They wandered around for a while, admiring ice sculptures, watching sushi and other things she couldn’t begin to describe being made to order, and observing as decadent sorbets in a rainbow of colors rapidly disappeared. A woman approached. “Would you be willing to be interviewed for KXAN?” Becca looked at James, who smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, sure.” “Great. I’m Sasha.” Her brows rose. “And your names? That usually makes things go smoother.”
