He didn't hesitate and said, “You might try Ronnie Scott's, 606, or the Factory.” I knew it! He was down with the lingo. The man knew the scene.
I couldn't stop my smile from consuming my face as I gave him a nod and said, “Thanks, Father Mike. Have a great night.”
He smiled back. “You too Liza. May...”
I held a finger up. “If you say 'may God go with you,' I swear I'll snort.”
I waved the grinning man off and he said with humor to my retreating back, “May the force be with you then.”
I snorted anyway. Yes, I truly liked that pastor. Now, time for some grub, away from here. I started heading toward the heart of the city, putting distance between me and Covent Garden as the sun was dipping low on the horizon.
My phone started ringing and I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. I smiled as I answered, “Hi there Gina. Yes. I'm free tonight.” I love London already.