The waiting staff seem at once to loom over her, and other diners appear to have turned themselves to see. Irritation creeps over him, and he downs his wine, pays the bill, and starts idly, petulantly casting about the restaurant for interesting people to look at. XXX The box is leather, dark blue. Laconic, even. People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corner. Waiters desperately ignore patronising conversation from idiotic men trying to show they know something about wine to their disinterested dates. He’s pushed her too far. Precise. I promise. Not long as far as history’s greatest romances go, but there’d been something about the back and forth of the exchange which had piqued her interest. She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all. People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the
