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The Grill on the Alley – Beverly Hills
Stuffing the valet ticket into her purse, Tina walked into the bistro and immediately searched the bustling restaurant for her blonde lunch date. The black and white tiled floors were traipsed by wait staff, suited junior agents fitted with Bluetooth earpieces, hot shot producers and the occasional big name actor. It was the quintessential Hollywood power lunch location.
Tina spotted Joyce at one of the coveted green booths in the middle of the floor. The high-powered attorney was in her usual garb; designer suit with a collared blouse underneath.
Preoccupied with her iPhone, Joyce did not notice Tina dodging the mahogany chairs and busy servers as she made her way towards the table. She slid into the booth which effectively got the attorney’s attention.
“Hey there, sunshine.” Joyce said, her toothy grin flashing at her new tablemate.
“Hi, Joyce.” Tina returned the smile as they shook hands across the table.
“Um, no thanks. Gotta get back to the office later.”
“Me too.” Joyce admitted. “Jim? Can you bring me another Side Car Martini please? And tell Art not to be stingy with the Courvoisier this round.” She hollered at the waiter.
“Yes, Ms. Wischnia.”
“Working lunch, huh?” Tina asked with a shake of her head noticing the nearly emptied martini glass sitting in front of Joyce.
“Everyday.” Joyce replied. “So, how the hell is that clueless boyfriend of yours, blondie? Still screwing over Alphaville talent with his poorly written contractual language?” The lawyer smirked as she inquired.
Tina licked her lips and smiled.
“Actually, I don’t have a boyfriend, Joyce.”
“Really?” Joyce said as she finished the remainder of her cocktail. “Well that should give every man in the music industry a hard-on knowing you’re back on the market.”
“I didn’t say I was back on the market, Joyce.”
“Oh dear lord, don’t tell me you married that lug? Why wasn’t I invited?”
“Jesus, no, I didn’t marry him. In fact, I turned down his proposal.”
“Atta girl. You’re way too smart for that dolt.”
Tina picked up the menu to scan her lunch options.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense sweetheart, who’s the new stud in your life if you’re not on the market?”
With a blushing smile, Tina set down her menu and directed her attention back to Joyce.