Walter looked down at his watch. “Time really does fly." The nachos between them were destroyed, and it was just like Miran said; he ate most of them. Harley had ditched a few chips into her lap or onto the floor, and it didn't seem like Marian had eaten many either. Walter, on the other hand, was nearly constantly chewing. “It's coming up on last call already."
“Last call always comes too early," Harley said. “Wow, that really makes me sound like an alcoholic. I promise, I'm not. I just don't want to end things too soon."
“I am also not much of a drinker, to be honest," Marian said. “I like the smell of wine far more than the taste. But it is difficult when public places close down."
“It just puts some pressure on the two of you to set up another date," Walter said. “So you can spend m
