"A distillery, huh? Sounds like my kind of place." She smiled as the waitress came up. Her eyes watched the woman. She knew Ravage by name? Now what was the story there? Did he know her? Why did she even care, this was only a date. There was no reason to want to know why the waitress knew him by name. What was wrong with her today? First, her nerves over this date and now that slight bit of jealously over the waitress. She needed to get a grip and fast.<br/><br/>"Oh yes, I would like the Chicken Parmesan." She smiled a little at the waitress before reaching for her wine. She was going to need it of this kept up. She took a long sip of the delicious red wine and waited until the waitress was gone. "So, what type of work do you do now? Other than saving women." She smirked. She was not going to ask about those men again. Truly she was too scared to know.<br/>