Yeah. Make us uncomfortable. He's thinking it, too.

It's a relief when she insists on her first name and flashes him a smile. Maybe for the first time tonight he lets himself relax, and eases into a smile of his own. "Call me Steve."

His hands flick, too subtle to be the old neighborhood gestures used by the Italians and the Jews, too low to the table, too brief, but probably learned from them all the same. Why not? is what they say. Not like there's any reason to stand on formality.

"Why don't we talk about something other than our current missions, then? Like, uh ... How did you find this place? How long have you been coming here?"