July 17, 2009
The waitress sighed a little two visibly when I asked her questions about the available drafts. Her gold-plated metallic earrings swung back and forth as she shook her head, impatient. Devin later told me to give her a lousy tip. Beyond him, there was a man closer to my age. My eyes averted to him more and more frequently. Devin seemed to notice and, thankfully, he agreed that he was good looking. How old do you think he is? I shrugged. "I can always tell by their eyes," He said as his own dark eyes continued probing.