Henry's POV
I had waved the waiter over to hide the fact that I was more than a little bit uncomfortable with the way she was staring at me, she seemed to have suspicions and she was quite intent on either making sure they were true or false, I had no idea what these suspicions were so it naturally kept me on the edge and uneasy.
The waiter arrived and handed us the menu for the meals available tonight, I took advantage of the escape route presented to me and buried my gaze in the tall, thick paper menu, thumbing through the options available to me, trying to waste as much time as possible. The goal was to tire Helen out, just enough so she would shift her gaze from me and focus on the menu in her hand.
I was still fumbling with the menu when she signalled the waiter handed hers over to
