Late Reservation

The shirt is open just enough. The hat stays on because you decided it does. Black trousers, good loafers, silver stacked on your wrists, a scent that smells like leather and somewhere warmer than here. You're not trying to impress anyone at this table, which is exactly why everyone at the table is impressed. You checked your phone once, ordered without looking at the menu, and somehow made all of it look completely effortless.

You're already at the table. They're running to catch up.