A mismatch sits windowside across from us. the man's agony, unspoken, Rests inside the clasp of his hands. Rude position in the public, pink place. but No rules for this. she (mirroring) orders - but silent toward his Crumpled posture: elephantine. Waiter not waiting, -they wait not moving. he at table, she at him exchanging blinks, both. she looks windowside they wait. Waiter, who is quick (relatively) brings her food (brings the catalyst) He pulls up his head, unclasps his hands hews the agony in quiet speech. Her terse flights of lip ply themselves between the onerous drapes crumpling his shoulders. inert: his mussed hair her tired eyes. her eyes, splashy vibrato ribbons Leave the scene (momentarily) He, alone with advantage, feeds from her requests - and he's quick to put things as they were until she comes back. Then they'll be otherwise, because his voice defines Now, hers does not.