... Or not wanting, perhaps?
After all, I'm the one seated with Borje.
"Well, Marcie," he begins, "It's been lovely to see you, but..."
A waiter arrives. "Madam?"
"I'll have a cappuccino," she says, pulling up a chair from the next table. "So..." She smiles brightly at me as she seats herself. "... You're a friend of Borje. You will be having a good time, won't you..." She looks one way, then the other, as though staging a performance. "So... where's Daniel?"
Borje stiffens. "Daniel's not here..." He could be having teeth pulled. "I've not seen him for a while."
"Really? Oh, thank you..." She accepts cup and saucer from the waiter... "... but could I have sweetener please, rather than sugar." Turning her searchlight smile onto me, she pats her stomach. "We do have to keep our figures trim, don't we."