The diner coffee was three dollars, and the waitress wrote up our check before we had even ordered.

Marcus wiped down the table with a napkin first, even though it was already clean.

“Are you going to eat?” I asked.

“I ate at six.” He set the briefcase on the bench beside him and snapped the latches.

“Order whatever you like.”

I ordered eggs and rye toast.

He ordered water with lemon and never touched it.

The envelope came out flat and square.