As he requested, the teenaged girl seated John and Frank at a corner booth without giving the pair of them a second glance. They didn’t do anything as obvious as hold hands, but John was so aware of Frank’s presence at his side, it amused him that the rest of the world seemed blind to what was unfolding before their eyes. When she handed over the menus, he thanked her with a brilliant smile, then chuckled as she scurried back to the hostess stand with nary another word.
“That must be hard,” Frank commented when they were alone.
“What?”
“Not getting recognized. Kids these days have no idea about the classics.”
John’s gaze swiveled back to the girl, who was now laughing with a cute blond busboy. That part of the lack hadn’t even registered with him. He’d been too absorbed in the fact tha
