In their favorite breakfast cafe she sits and awaits his return from paying the check. Her fingers pass a cigarette as if she’s holding the lit end trying not to singe her fingers, which would cause more discoloration for the already brown fingernails to blend with. Her fidgeting is never around him. She’s always calm, at an ease no one else gives her but today she has been nervous, unusually quiet, and he has recognized it.
This cafe is their favorite because she can smoke indoors while sipping on strong black tea and he can order an endless amount of pancakes while watching the neighborhood residents walk-in or walk-by, either one, he always raises his head when the door opens to investigate who comes in. He is an unofficial and certainly unpaid bouncer.