I put my foot against his leg under the table.
He looked past me.
Sam moved into the specials and there was a word that was difficult, the way certain words are difficult for certain mouths, a word that required more from him than others, and he stopped and started it again from the beginning, slower this time, making sure he got it right.
Leo rolled his eyes.
The rolling of the eyes alone I could have addressed and moved past. But then he pulled his shoulders forward. Then he tilted his head. Just for a moment, just long enough for me to see it clearly, and his friend was getting a text at that moment with the same expression still on his face, the expression of someone who has found a joke and is sharing it.
Sam finished the specials.
He thanked us and went back toward the kitchen with the same care he had brought to the table.
