“I just think it’s outrageous to charge that much for something so simple.” She glances down as she twirls her fork into the pasta, pausing to continue before she takes a bite. “You know?”
The fork clangs on the plate, abandoned in the wake of her exasperation. The sound barely registers amid the murmur of voices emanating from the surrounding tables, competing with the clatter of dishes as the nearby kitchen door swings open briefly.
She sighs. “Just stop.”
“Stop what?” He never looks up from the screen, his thumb still slowly scrolling on the surface.
“Acting like you care.”
“Of course, I care.”
“Obviously.” She rolls her eyes as she reaches for her water glass, taking a drink before setting it back down on the red-and-white-checkered tablecloth. Her hand lingers,