Le Refuge - Alexandria - Saturday evening

[george_m_bluth]

The Country French restaurant, Le Refuge, was quaint and cozy, and though George Michael had never actually been to it before, he was hoping that the menu proved excellent so that he could impress Mary with his fine dining taste.

Well, it wasn't exactly fine dining per se, but George Michael had a certain income and it was what he could afford. Plus

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[montecito_east]

"It's more than okay, George Michael," said Mary, looking around with a smile. "This place looks so cozy. It's perfect."

[george_m_bluth]

He blushed and held her chair for her, then took his own seat. "Good, I'm glad. I was a little worried, I have to admit. I know you are used to so much more..." he ducked his head, feeling shy, as the waitress was there almost instantly to take their drink order.

[montecito_east]

After ordering a club soda with lime, Mary smiled at George Michael. "There's something you need to know about the woman you're going to marry. I didn't always live the high-class lifestyle, honey. There was a time you wouldn't have seen me without my favorite pair of cowboy boots."

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael ordered the exact same drink. He's been drinking more of that certain drink because Mary drank it so much and he actually liked it.

He stared across the small table at her, his head cocked slightly. "Cowboy boots?" he grinned. "It's just... you know, I own a banana stand and sometimes I wonder... what it is I have to offer you."