Over more drinks, this and that conversation–the upcoming presidential election, Beno, Armstrong– the evening moved along and, The Tea Company empty except for two at the bar, Zack looked at his watch.
Mary tilted her head, “Taking pills?”
“Getting late.”
Passing Mindy at the cash register, Zack said, “Hear anything from Joe Case, be sure to let me know, thanks.”
Outside, Mary suggested they stop at a super market, buy a couple T-bones, go to her place, cook on her patio hibachi, she had a new bottle of Merlot, “Get close.”
They compromised.
Seated In a corner booth at the Pulp Fiction Grill, Mary said, “What is it with you and booths?”
“Privacy.”
After small talk over coffee and a shared a bagel, Mary said, “My place or yours.”
“Neither, go home.”
“Misogamist.”