Kenneth Tynan When Colin arrived, he saw Lizette admiring the blown-up aerial photography that decorated all the walls inside the restaurant. He paused a moment to watch her. Unfortunately, a couple of male patrons appeared to be watching her too. A nip of jealousy raised the hair on the back of his neck and he strode over to her, placing a possessive arm around her waist. “Do you like the pictures?” She pivoted and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Very much. Thank you for meeting me here. I’ve walked past this place but never bothered to come inside.” “Let’s get in line. Looks like it could be a minute.” The upscale, cafeteria-style sandwich shop required patrons to hungrily wait in line to place their orders, though thanks to the flu epidemic, the line wasn’t as long as it usually would have been. Colin’s stomach growled. Lizette giggled. “Somebody’s hungry. He must have worked up an appetite last night.” “Yeah and skipped breakfast.” He didn’t tell her his foolish neurosis kept him from remembering to feed himself.
