“She-she . . .” God, she excels at this. “Um, went to the bathroom.” At that very moment, Banner’s enthusiastic bobbing below bangs her head on the table. The glasses and plates lift and clang. The server’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Dude, double tip if you get the hell outta here,” I rasp, on the verge of spilling my life down Banner’s throat. Without a word and with guaranteed discretion, he quickly leaves the terrace.
