“It doesn’t prove anything. She could have just decided to give us this spot.”
He shrugged. “Okay, we’ll see what we can get the server to do.”
A dark-haired young man wearing a black tee shirt and black pants approached the table carrying a pitcher of water.
“Hi, I’m Julian, and I’ll be your server this evening.”
They’d silently agreed that Craig would get him not to pour the water and ask if they wanted tea instead.
As he lifted the pitcher, she fed Craig energy.
Julian’s hand shook for a moment, and he lowered the pitcher, a strange expression on his face.
“Uh, I was wondering, would you prefer iced tea?” he asked.
“Why yes, we would,” Craig answered.
“Sweetened?” he asked.
“Correct again.”
“I’ll be right back with your tea.”
When the young man had departed, Craig wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Stephanie.
She laughed. “Okay, that was pretty good. Maybe we can work up a stage act.”
“Yeah, itwasgood, and you can’t argue that he was pushing tea instead of water.”
She nodded and opened the menu, scanning the entries. “Now what?”
“Get him to suggest that we try the popcorn shrimp?”
“Too easy. He’s probably already thinking about them.”
Craig ran his finger down the menu. “Get him to sell us the fried okra.”
“Have you ever tasted it?”
“No.”
“It’s an acquired taste. Let’s try something else.”
He turned back to the menu. “Okay, buffalo wings.”
When the server returned and set down their glasses of tea, he asked, “Can I get you started with an appetizer?”
“What’s good?”
Again Stephanie let Craig make the silent suggestion to the man while she added her power to his mental push.
“I think you’ll love the buffalo wings,” Julian said.
“Excellent,” Craig answered. “Bring us an order.”
He slid his foot along the deck boards and rested his shoe against Stephanie’s. “Score another one for us.”
Making food selections isn’t that hard. Do you think we could have made those thugs who kidnapped us put down their guns?
