Chapter 21

Close to ten o’clock, Nathan was certain that if they ordered any more food from the kitchen, it would not reach their table unsullied. Jim didn’t seem to trust the drinks brought to them anymore either, so he sat nursing a beer while looking like he was trying to burrow inside of himself and disappear.

Nathan didn’t get what the problem was. They weren’t being rowdy or attracting attention from other patrons. Though it did seem as if all of the other waiters and waitresses had been told about the table that just wouldn’t leave. Nathan could feel annoyed eyes on them every time someone walked by.

Their waitress, Carol, was friendly by nature, but had all but lost her patience. Her tone with Nathan and Sasha had turned forcibly polite, and she seemed to only tolerate Jim because he kept whispering apologies to distance himself from the other two.