With a soft murmur of apology, the waiter swept in and exchanged the salad plates for the next course, deftly refreshed their drinks and left them again.

Momoko leaned forward for her drink as soon as he was gone and raised it to Jaime. "Definitely should. And look, he even brought me another."

Don't worry, Jaime. She was going to make this one last the rest of dinner.