She said there were six things she loved about him, but never, would she make a list and tell him. He said he thought he understood the big picture, but couldn’t untangle what all the little things meant. They had dinner, steaks and salads and no conversation.
The waiter stood away, troubled maybe, apprehensive, in the least, as their perimeter of quiet expanded out, from the table.
They stared out the windows of the cab, each looking away from the other. Their fingers twisted together. The driver dropped them off and headed back uptown, hoping for another big tip fare.