this morning #2083.

this morning, that side-eyed look that he gave her definitely didn’t mean what she thought it did. honest mistake given the company they were in. as breakfast continued & crossed into hour two, a third round arrived at the table. four more bloody marys. another sappy toast to whatever this meal represented. even messier than the first two toasts. slurred in more ways than one. he took a big gulp & shot her another look. this time she got the message. loud & clear. he’d reached his limit with these bigots & his tongue had loosened up. ready to fight. if one of them said the wrong thing, he’d no longer be polite. he excused himself. went to the restroom. expected her to steer them towards “bye” by the time he returned.