“Mhm,” Alex pursed her lips in a thin smile as Daniel commented on her “hobby.” She did know quite a few good restaurants thanks to the men who’d come before him, taking her to gourmet spots around the city in their effort to impress her with fancy, expensive dinners. Her favorite dates were the ones in which they told her to order whatever she wanted and that money was no object. If they gave her the option to order the seafood special, she wouldn’t hesitate to take them up on it, even if they were shocked when their waitress set down a pound of lobster in front of her and she scarfed down the whole damn thing.

There was no hunger like the kind a person could develop when she only ate full meals a few days a week. Every once in a while, she stuffed herself so thoroughly that she made herself sick by the time she got back to the construction site she called home. It was hard for her to pace herself when she was veritably starving every time she sat down at a restaurant to eat, and her stomach always punished her for it harshly if or when she overindulged.

When Daniel told her that he was a drummer, she couldn’t stop the brief flicker of surprise that crossed her dusky features. She didn’t take the well-dressed businessman with the Rolex watch to be a rocker in his free time. It just went to show the many layers people could have underneath their polished exteriors. She wondered if he was any good. That he’d been in a band before seemed to mean he had at least some skill, but if the band hadn’t lasted, maybe they were just hobbyists looking for a way to kill time. She didn’t know very much about rock music either. Stuck with only Whitney’s basic playlist to borrow when she wanted to listen to anything, her familiarity wasn’t much broader than Selena Gomez. At least recently. Before she’d left home, she’d had a soft spot for blues.

[i]Rock and roll evolved from blues, right?[/i] She mused passively. However, she didn’t have a chance to question him about the subject before he turned the spotlight of the conversation back onto her. Either he found her so-called hobby more interesting than she’d thought or he really didn’t want to discuss the answer he’d just given her. If she hadn’t had an ulterior motive, she might have pressed him for more details, but the fact of the matter was that he was just her wallet for the night. They were never going to see each other again in the overcrowded city of NYC. She needed to focus on getting the meal she was after, so all other subjects were moot.

“Oh man, that’s a hard one,” she folded her arms as she thought it over. “I used to live near Harlem, so [i]Africa Kine[/i] will always have a special place in my heart. Closer to this place though…” She paused as if she had to think it over, even though she already had a couple places in mind that she wanted to try. She was still determined to get her Kobe beef dinner, after all. “[i]Kaikagetsu[/i] and [i]212 Steakhouse[/i] are definitely at the top of my list. I like a bit of everything,” she added to explain the diverse choices. “Senegalese, American, Japanese… You name it, and I’ll eat it.”