We were called for by the name 'Voss' - when our order was ready. A large brown paper bag stuffed with both of our food was handed across the 'pick up' counter by a skinnier, cleaner faced man.
She balanced that in one arm quickly, the same one she held the plastic bag of mine in, before reaching for the cardboard 'caddy' that contained our drinks. Leaving me with nothing to do but follow behind her.
> Or so she thinks… <
I spotted an empty table at the edge of the park, away from the noisiest looking groups. With an increased pace, my hand shoots to one of the jacket sleeves at her waist.
She doesn't say a word as I pull and tug her toward it. Which is just as well - because I feel like I might squeak whatever response I tried to give.
> It's easy to be bold in your thoughts. Actions are a different matter! <
