Confession of a Difficult Lunch Date

My friend needs to sit out of the sun, so she chose our table and seats at Shenanigans. 

That's when I became a difficult lunch date.

While she explained a dilemma concerning a book project, I listened carefully and understood the issues. I even asked questions when I was confused.

But.

I couldn't help staring past her gesturing left hand, where the dairy cases lit up like Christmas. 

My lunch was delicious, my companion patient, the light beautiful.

I may have to go back tomorrow.

To try again.