Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restauran.t She was staring at her coffee cup. He was trying to keep his courage up by applying booze. Talk was small when they talked at all, they both knew what they wanted. There was no need to talk about it They were old enough to scope it out and keep it loose She said, you don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do. Third rate romance, low rent rende..