Cooper didn’t have the same level of responsibility in his life as a single parent like Frannie, but he was pretty straight-laced all the same, even if he didn’t have to be and some might not expect it. Fun wasn’t something he ever had trouble finding or having for himself, but he wasn’t big on parties and he didn’t do drugs. Even as a model in LA, surrounded by it, he steered clear. His ambition kept him busy, especially while he was negotiating his way though his newest job here in NYC so he had not been out very much either. He arrived first on purpose, not wanting to force Frannie to navigate getting in and getting a table while alone with a child, knowing how difficult that could be. He’d seen it with Sawyer before, and Hepburn, and Blaine too back in the day when they were little kids. Her smile was met with one of his own and he held the door for them to get inside. “Hey, Frannie! Good to see you too! And Sawyer too. Shy is fine, I have enough confidence for all three of us. I am always ready to eat. The better question is can I stick to something my manager won’t have a heart attack over.”
Cooper’s smile was as bright as ever, a more welcome sight than Frannie had initially anticipated. When the door was held open, she nodded her thanks, stepping inside and pausing to wait for Cooper. “Thanks for that. It’s nice to not have to perform gymnastics to get through a door.” She chuckled as they were lead to their table, and once they arrived she bent to place Sawyer in the high chair the hostess had brought. “I have no doubt about that. You never have been short on confidence, have you?” She said teasingly as she settled in her seat. “Oh, please. I think they’ll survive one night of you eating whatever you want. It’ll be our secret.” Shooting a knowing smile, Frannie picked up the menu in front of her, eyes scanning first for the children’s menu. “So, tell me everything! I have to know how things are! How long are you planning to be in New York? Or, do you know yet?”