Steven had just driven out of the underground garage when his phone started ringing and it was an unknown number. He parked beside the building and picked the call.
He heard a familiar female voice on the other end.
"Hi. Steven. It's Lena," the voice said.
"Lena," Steven said, with genuine surprise in his voice. "That was fast."
"I said I'd be in touch," she said, and he could hear the smile in it. "I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."
"Not at all," Steven said. "I was just heading out."
"Good. I'll keep it short then." A brief pause. "I was thinking about dinner tonight, if you're free. I know it's short notice."
"Tonight works," Steven said.
"There's a place I've been meaning to go back to. Brennan's of Houston, on Smith Street. Do you know it?"
"I don't," Steven said. "But I'll find it."
"It's worth finding," she said. "I'll reserve the table. Does eight work for you?"
"Eight works," Steven said.
