A short while later, as Nicholas' friend warmed up in front of us, someone handed Nicholas a message. He scowled as he read it.

He hurriedly scribbled something back and handed it to the guy once more before murmuring, "Cocksucker."

I inquired, "What did it say?"

"He asked for your phone number." He scowled as he turned to face me, but I could tell he wasn't really angry because he laughed. "See? I told you. I know that look in his eyes."

I made fun of him. "I'm certain he was teasing you. What ...