After a five-hour flight from LAX, Jim and I deplaned at Newark Airport for a layover. It was dinnertime, so we took a spin around the food court, trying to find something appetizing.
An “Intimate” Dinner for Two
I’m sitting next to Jim at our favorite neighborhood restaurant. We’re having a quiet dinner, just the two of us after a rough day. I’m looking forward to sharing my news and hearing what he has on his mind.
Just as I open my mouth to talk, that really annoying “ding” signals that he has an incoming call.