He had ordered chocolate chip pancakes in a surprising last-minute decision. He didn’t care what anybody thought. The idea of that big creamy scoop of light yellow butter gently gliding into glorious greasiness. Melted chocolate smeared between the layers. Fork through a neat stack. A full mouth. A smile.
“That looks amazing,” said the woman.
He smiled back at her. Nodded. The perfect situation. Nothing to say, nothing required. Just chewing.
He swallowed. Glanced over. She was still looking at the menu. How long how she been looking at the menu? It seemed like it had been a long time. No worries. Should he say something?
He took a sip of coffee. Glanced again. Now would be the time. He cut a new stack. Picked it up on his fork. Posed. Glanced again.
She was looking the other way, waving down a waiter. A young, good-looking waiter, with slicked back dark hair. Pierced nose. Great skin. She caught his eye easily and he smiled, nodded, and headed over.
Never mind.
Whatever.
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