Dax chose a table against the wall and held out a chair for me as I removed my coat and positioned it across the back of the chair so the sleeve could dry.
He handed me a laminated menu card from the bucket on the wall, but I noticed he didn’t take one for himself.“What do you recommend?” I asked.
“A little bit of everything. You won’t know what you like until you try it.”
I handed him back the menu. “Then surprise me.”
His eyebrows raised a bit, but his smile grew wider. “Okay. I like it. How adventurous are you?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He chuckled. “Any allergies? Major dislikes?” I shook my head and he continued. “You want a drink? They have cucumber water.”
The thought of him sipping cucumber water was too much for me, and my laughter bubbled up and out of me before I could contain it.
“What? What’s funny about cucumber water?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, clearing my throat and trying not to laugh again. “I’m sure it’s wonderful. Let’s have cucumber water.”
“It’s good for you.”
My laughter bubbled up and out again. “I’m sure it is. I would love to have some. I’m looking forward to it. I never knew cowboys drank cucumber water.”
“Oh,” he said with a smirk. “I reckon cowboys drink whatever they want to. I thought you didn’t know many cowboys.”
He leaned forward and grinned. “Then how do you know what cowboys drink?”
I laughed again, surprisingly relaxed and at ease with our banter.
“I don’t. Obviously.”