We got into our vehicles, and I led the way to Hank’s. It was busy, what with it being a holiday and all, but we were able to find a booth almost immediately since a couple left as we arrived.
“Hey, Ed, how’s it hanging?” Larry, one of the waiters, said a few minutes later as he placed water before us.
“Hiya, Larry. I’m good. This is Titus. Treat him right, now. I’ll have whatever the special is this evening. Titus?” He looked at the menu, then decided to have the same thing I ordered.
“Wonderful!” Larry took our menus. “Beer?”
I figured one wouldn’t hurt. “Sam Adams.”
Titus asked for a Red Stripe.
“Thanks, guys. Back in a bit.”
Titus sipped his water, then leaned back against the leather cushions and stared at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re different outside of work. You let your h
