Everyone at Aurelie’s table stared.

“Aurelie!” cried Tobin. “Oh, look what I did to you!”

He grabbed some napkins and started wiping at Aurelie’s shirt and jeans.

“Can I get some more napkins?” he called hotly. “Oh, Aurie. I’m sorry.”

By now, people were noticing just who had stepped in the door. There were whispers and photos being taken, and Aurelie knew at least one person was recording.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It was just ...