George half rose, doing the air-kiss thing. He was wearing a dark suit, no tie, white shirt. A small triangle of ultradense chest hair, at the open collar, made it look as though he were wearing a black T-shirt. She thought his stubble had lengthened, since she’d last seen him. He smiled ruefully, white teeth seemingly the size and thickness of dominoes. "Sorry about this. I had no idea. I actually chose the place so we could talk, and not be distracted by the food." He sat back down as the maître d’ held her chair for her.