This feels so formal. I’ve never really been to a meal this fancy. The array of flatware before me is daunting and it’s all I can do to not slouch down in defeat. The server sets steaming plates of food in front of us and while this meal will probably be the best meal I’ve ever eaten, food isn’t exactly what I have on my mind. Russ nods and the waiter disappears. “This looks great, but I’m not hungry,” I admit aloud. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want.” “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Don’t be. What is it that you want to do?” he asks easily. My attention drifts over to the view of the twinkling lights from the strip beneath us. An idea comes to me and I grab my cell phone. I don’t look up to confirm it but I’m sure Russ is staring at me. I can feel his intense green eyes on me. I type my text out and peek up at Russ before sending it. I guess I just want to talk to my friend. The one I’ve known for ten years. Russ’s phone buzzes in his breast pocket and he checks it.
