The waiting staff seem at once to loom over her, and other diners appear to have turned themselves to see. Irritation creeps over him, and he downs his wine, pays the bill, and starts idly, petulantly casting about the restaurant for interesting people to look at. Mature porn OK, arrogance. Fuck. He’s been briefly upstaged. Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired. Always playing these games. Laconic, even. But of course nobody cares. She moves the box closer. She moves the box closer. Sipping wine. Precise. You don’t want it?’
He goes to grab the neat parcel. Laconic, even. ‘Nobody’s watching. He’s pushed her too far. Always pushing his luck, trading her discomfort and embarrassment for the arousal that he normally judges much, so much better.
