OKAY, THIS IS AWKWARD. Jane didn’t know about Devlin,
but the laden silence as
they removed their cartons from the take-home sacks and peeled
wooden chopsticks out
of their paper wrappings was uncomfortable as all get-out to her.
She snapped the joint
connecting the two sticks and opened her container, taking a
peek at him. God knew she
didn’t know what to say and he either suffered from the same
problem or felt no need to
fill the void, because several long, prickly minutes passed
without either of them uttering
a word.
She ate a few bites to give herself a reason for not talking. But
the weighted silence
gnawed at her. “Great dish, huh?”