We were soon seated in the center of the steakhouse, which was both big and pretty packed. We both had about a dozen tables to look at from where we were seated. "Okay, we can't be turning around to look when one of us spots something good," said Lori, hiding behind her menu like a spy with a newspaper. "So we gotta be descriptive. I need imagery, Owen."
"I need a ribeye," I said, taking a sip of my lager. Lori was nursing a dark-and-stormy.
"Tch. Focus, dum dum. We're here on a mission."
I nodded and looked around, "Oh, okay. There's a couple to your...7 o'clock, he's wearing a nice suit, well tailored. She's in a velvety black dress. He's talking, she's staring into his eyes like she's starstruck. No wedding rings, but they're casually holding hands. Ooh, she just sighed happily. Tell
