We came to this place to celebrate something only known to us two. We sat down at table number 7, briefly scanned the menu, gave our order, and waited for it to arrive. Of course, I uttered gratitude while he mumble, “I know this woman. She was a former co-worker of mine.” Then our food arrived. And I uttered gratitude again as usual. “I know this woman. She was a former co-worker of mine.” We both finished our food, plates facing down.