It was just past midnight when the Wine Bar began shutting down.
Kevin and the rest of the staff had drifted over throughout the night to snag selfies with Cary—after quietly promising not to post them. The last thing anyone wanted was a hundred screaming fans showing up uninvited.
Cary gestured to the Jenga tower of half-eaten plates. “Please take the rest of this food home with you.”
“I’m stuffed,” Tyler said, waving jazz hands in his direction. “Why don’t you give it to your building’s concierge? The overnight shift’s probably boring.”
Cary snapped his fingers. “Good idea.”
He signaled for Kevin to wrap it all up.
“Who’s working tonight?” She was more curious than anything.
“Who’s working?”
“Your building’s concierge . . . their name?”
He shrugged. “I’ve got no idea.”
“That’s weird.” Was he too important to know their names? One checkmark erased.
Kevin broke up their conversation, arriving with a giant to-go bag. He’d packed it like carry-on luggage, not wasting a square inch of space.
“Ready?” Cary stood, holding the bag like an old lady’s purse.
Tyler bit on her knuckles. “What about the bill?”
Sebastien would have fired her on the spot for not paying the check and expensing it to Cary’s account. Too bad she had no intention of telling her boss anything, ever.
“I’ve got a tab,” he said and slipped a few hundred-dollar bills under the empty wine bottle. “What part of town are you in?”
“The West End.”
“So, you’re a West End girl?”
“Ha-ha.”
He smiled. “I’ll call you a taxi.”
“Don’t.” She flapped her denim sleeves against the breeze. “It’s a nice night for a walk.”
He gazed at the sky. “It’s a full moon.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t bark.”
“Funny.”
She followed his eyes. “You’re right. I stand corrected. It’s aperfectnight for a walk. Anyway, I doubt you have the app for a taxi or an Uber.”
“No, but my concierge does, and I’ve got his number.”
With anyone else she would have argued her case, but he was their number-one client and she didn’t want to make waves.
After he instructed his building’s concierge to order a taxi, he asked, “And who am I speaking with? Thanks, Arjun.” He ended the call. “His name is Arjun.”
Okay, point taken.
“You could’ve googled the number,” she teased.
