Mel and Nic, turn to us then and Nic declares, “Damian, you’ve arrived. We should get a table.”
I am rattled even more when I hear my friends’ voices. My girlfriend! The audacity of my mind, seconds earlier and in almost full view of anyone to see, I scold myself. My weak responding body to his simple touch. God- I can’t sleep with him on the same bed again! - oh no- realization kicks in- cameras on iPhones! H*ck, camera on any phones…or just camera generally. Sometimes reporters follow my parents…my heart did a quick pound.
I did a quick scan of the small restaurant that contained the few old, nineties styled games. Mel who’d been bested, at the two out of three, seemed to be in okay spirits and I could see it was already in the back of her mind. She left the remaining two quarters near
