“Hi, I’m Ca—Charlie Goodwin. Here to meet Miguel Rodriguez.”

The man at the door grinned. “Ah, yes, Miguel. Right over here. Follow me, Miss Goodwin, and welcome to Fabrizio’s. It is a true honor to have you here.”

Miguel was waiting for her at a table tucked away in the back. He smiled as soon as he saw her and stood, then pulled her chair out for her. “Thanks, Fabrizio,” he said.

Cass thanked him, too, and sat down. Fabrizio moved to the side of the table and smiled, wide and charming. “This is so wonderful!”

Miguel gave Cass a look bordering on embarrassment, then smiled. “Fabrizio, maybe you can give us a minute?”

“Ah, but I’m so excited that you are here with a beautiful dinner guest, when usually you are here alone, or with your sister. I was starting to worry about you, my friend. Poor Miguel, will he be alone for life with only his work and his surfboard for company? And all those baking cookbooks? But now you show up with a beautiful date. And not just any date, but the Charlie Goodwin.” He turned to Cass, who was blushing with the flattery—but also feeling guilty because it wasn’t directed at her at all.

“My pastry chef is working on a special dessert just for you,” Fabrizio continued. “We have a long time before we can get to that. So, first, an aperitivo? Negronis! And, if you’ll indulge me, I have a special plan for the menu. So, I can take these, okay?” He removed the menus from the table with a flourish and walked off without giving Cass or Miguel a chance to respond.

“Sorry about that,” Miguel said when he was gone. “This is why I don’t usually bring dates here—some people like to decide on their own meals. But it’s my favorite restaurant, and he’s right—you take the Charlie Goodwin out”—he raised an eyebrow and she felt her bush deepen—“you need to make sure she’s served the best food in town.”

“After the day I’ve had, I’m happy not to have to make any more food-related decisions at all,” Cass said with a smile.

A bartender delivered their ruby-hued drinks. Miguel leaned in and clinked his glass against hers. “What happened on set today?”

“Well, on the bright side, I kept Austin from stealing my recipe today. On the not-so-bright side, I’m still having trouble getting the hang of things. I’m always flubbing my lines, and Austin is always lording it over me . . .” She took in his befuddled expression and let her words trail away.

“What do you mean, ‘getting the hang of things’?”

“Having a studio audience,” she said quickly. “It’s throwing me off. I’m not used to having to interact with Austin, my confection, and an audience.”

To her relief, Miguel nodded. “I get it. Totally. When we moved from paper to tablets it took a while to adjust and really slowed me down at first. I like my routines, too.”