[He's shifting in his booth seat. As comfortable as it is to be at the booth, in the same breathing space, he knows that it would be best to get a move on now. One flub is enough. The second could result in World War III.]
Just don't close the place out.
[Deadpan as though he believes it is in the realm of possibility. Ironclad guts and hollow legs would make it happen.]
You're welcome.
[Sifting through his wallet provides a distraction. He will pay his share. It feels so alien.]
no subject
[He's shifting in his booth seat. As comfortable as it is to be at the booth, in the same breathing space, he knows that it would be best to get a move on now. One flub is enough. The second could result in World War III.]
Just don't close the place out.
[Deadpan as though he believes it is in the realm of possibility. Ironclad guts and hollow legs would make it happen.]
You're welcome.
[Sifting through his wallet provides a distraction. He will pay his share. It feels so alien.]