The clerk looked him over briefly, then checked the computer.
"Yes, Clyde will show you to your table."
A young fellow with 'Clyde' on his name tag (funny about that) led Taylor and a very pregnant Rita over to a table near the back of the restaurant, near a window.
"Here are your menus." Clyde said. "Just signal me when you're ready to order."
"Thank you." Taylor replied.
Rita looked at the menu.
"Wow, there are just so many dishes. I'm going to have a hard time deciding." Rita commented.
Taylor smiled and reached across the table.
"Happy Valentines day Rita."
"Happy Valentines day Tay."
Sometime later, they had started eating.
"The food is fantastic. We should come here more often."
"Yes it is good."
A few minutes later Rita cried out.
"Rita? What's wrong?" Taylor asked, immediately concerned.
Everyone in the restaurant had, of course, heard the noise and there were many curious faces staring in their direction.
"I, I think I had a contraction."
He grabbed her hand.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna get you to the hospital ok? Right now." He told her, waving his arm to signal for Clyde. "Check please."
Clyde came toddling over.
"Is something amiss sir?" he asked.
"No, no, I just need to get my wife to the hospital. Can I have the check please?"
"Certainly sir. Ahh, not a problem with the -"
"No, no. The food was great. My wife is..."
Rita cried out again.
"going into labour. Now can you hurry up with that check?"
Clyde hurried off. Taylor watched in annoyance as the waiter was stopped by the manager.
"It's on the house sir. And our congratulations to you and your wife." The manager informed him.
"Oh, gee, well, thank you." Taylor replied.
Taylor gratefully helped Rita out to their car, and not without the help of Clyde, who was good enough (probably by the prompting of the manager) to hold open a few doors for them.