I looked at her perfectly folded hands resting on the edge of the glass case.

“Let’s go back to the booth,” I said.

We walked back down the aisle.

Daniel was wiping his forehead with a rough paper napkin.

I slid into my seat.

I put my briefcase on the floor between my feet, keeping my leg pressed against the leather.

“Tell me,” I said.

Clara sat across from me.