Heading to the restaurant

We get in Millie's car and drive to the restaurant, and once we walk in I feel really grown-up as the maitre d' addresses me instead of Millie, he must be thinking I am on a date with this big titted cougar, not that I am with my step-mom.

"We have a reservation under Millie Smith." I say to the maitre d' as he approaches me.

He returns to his counter and checks his reservation book, then says:

"Certainly sir, would you prefer a table or a booth?"