Kayla admired the platter loaded with food. “That’s your usual?”

Paul picked up the salt and pepper shakers and sprinkled a little of both onto the food. “Every time I dine here, this is my order. Are you sure you don’t want to order dinner? It’s on me.”

She shook her head no.

“I feel guilty eating in front of you.”

“Don’t be.” She watched him bow his head in prayer, then properly cut a small piece of the meat and stuff it in his mouth.

“You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Kayla looked around for Timothy and Marissa. She didn’t see them. They had been gone for over forty minutes, evidently to allow her and Paul a chance to get acquainted, but there was no need. They were headed in opposite directions. There wasn’t a chance for a relationship. Deep down inside, she wished things were different.

“I wonder what happened to Marissa and Timothy,” Kayla said, as she craned her neck, looking around.

“I’m sure they are fine. What’s the matter? Not enjoying my company?”

“It’s not that. I’m getting tired. I hope Marissa is ready to leave.”

“You’re ready to leave?”