“This is it,” she said brightly. “There’s a form at the end of the table where you can check off which bottles you’d like and how many. Just hand it to us on your way out, and that’ll be all.”
“You weren’t kidding about private,” I said softly. “I’d expected someone to stay and guide us through the tasting, maybe share some history about each wine.”
“That’s not necessary,” Alexander said, his tone calm but assured. “I know enough about wine to handle this. I just want us to find something we both like without overthinking the vintage.”
I nodded, trusting his confidence.
“Perfect,” the young woman said. “If you have any questions or need anything, just come find me. Otherwise, have a wonderful time.”
“Thank you,” Alexander said, flashing her another kind smile.
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