real ...

We sat.
Facing each other.
Food between us.

It was a public place,
But we were a bit isolated

No one really all that close by.

I left my phone in the car.
The other making text and other notification sounds
Was ignored.

The very thing that happened was special.
Intimate even.
To a level of discomfort almost.

See.

In that place.
In those moments.

We looked at each other.

And.

We
.
.
.
.
talked.