The restaurant was bustling. Hardwood floors and old infrastructure made for plenty of noise and not much else to hide behind.
“Want to split the truffle gnocchi in brown butter and sage?”
“THE TRUFFLE GNOCCHI IN BROWN BUTTER AND SAGE.”
“SURE, THAT SOUNDS GOOD.”
The prospect of yelling at each other all night wasn’t appealing, but this was one of the trendiest restaurants in the city right now. It was sure priced that way, anyway. And now, they could afford it. They looked at each other.
“Wanna get outta here?’
“WANNA GET OUTTA HERE?”
“I’LL GRAB MY COAT.”