Little Italy, though at a pace much faster than I had hoped.
Reservations at 7, reservations at 7… with the ticking of my wristwatch sternly noting that we’d better hurry.
They were full of intent and though the hour differed, I still sought moments.
My camera was prepared for the task and so I lagged.
They plodded, I meandered. Much to their chagrin. I apologized later.
This one was too good to forego. I readied my camera. They did all the rest.
Much to their chagrin.