Chapter FiveNeither of us wish to waste any more time on than necessary, making the junk food place opposite the hotel the perfect dinner destination. It’s one of those brightly lit and unromantic joints that serves fish and chips as well as crappy pizza and mystery meat presented as lamb doner kebab.
We need not wait long for our order.
"They're staring," he says, putting his burger down.
“Are they?”
I finish chewing my slice of pizza and get up from my side of the table to join him. Indeed the group of teenage boys who are the only others in here this early on in the evening seem unusually interested in us. Looks alternate with whispers and laughs.
He scoots over to allow me space on the bench, still much too concerned with our random observers. But not for long.
When I cup his fac
