THE RAXULON LEDGE RESTAURANT
Raxus, 18.00hrs local time
Raxus, 18.00hrs local time
"Your reservation Sir?"
"Dram, 1800". Max eyed the Maître d expectantly.
"Ah yes, you are the first to arrive Sir. We have you on table five, by the pillar there".
"We'll take the corner table".
The Maître d was thrown. "The corner - no Sir I am afraid that table is reserved - as I say, we have table five for-"
Max took a step towards the officious man and his little lectern, leaning over him imposingly. "You'll give us the corner table. Any issues, tell them to take it up with Commander Barron, 17th Regiment". He stared the toad down, hazel eyes brooking no argument.
"Very well Sir". The Maître d swallowed his pride and led Max across the room. He might complain to someone, but the Lieutenant doubted it. Few on Raxus would trifle with the Imperial armed forces holding the planet in their grip. As it should be.
Max had showered and shaved, his blond hair cut with military precision. He wore a crisp, tailored blue suit and dark tie that followed the line of his broad shoulders perfectly. Some might think the tie a bit much for a simple dinner, but the Ledge was one the capital's most exclusive eateries and Max was a military man after all. He didn't do second best. Besides, he wanted to play all his cards right tonight.
That was another reason he wanted the best table. The Maître d seated him at the corner one he'd picked out, beautifully dressed for two and flanked by floor to ceiling windows on either side, giving panoramic views of the Raxus skyline. It was also sufficiently far away from the few others that they could talk in confidence.
Max waved the man away, perusing the wine list while he waited eagerly for Celeste. He only met the woman a few hours ago, but there was no doubt in his mind.
This was a date.
@LadyRen