"How's this?"
"Excellent." Addison looked up at the front of the restaurant/hotel. It looked...expensive, but classy. He followed Nic to the corner table...the sort that had one connected booth that bent around the table on two sides. He slid in on one side, trying not to look at his companion too much. He was feeling like he was staring from time to time.
The waiter appeared and he took a menu, looking it over as he listened to Nic order his drink. Scotch sounded good...but only if it was properly aged. "A southern comfort, Manhattan, please."
The red-headed accountant turned back to Nic as the waiter left, finding himself rather impressed with the taller man's gaze. A light blush as Addison realized he was staring yet again. He scooted closer as he looked over the menu again, giving him somewhere else to look.
"So Nic, what do you do?" Yes...some light conversation might help quell his sudden desire to hop up into the other males lap and kiss him.