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His dark brown hair slicked back


His bifocals on the smaller side


His red turtleneck tucked into his roundness


His khakis revealed his white socks as he sat


His black shoes steady on the floor as his gaze across the table


His date: perhaps a memory of Valentine's past


His dish: chicken cacciatore with two rounds of garlic bread


His ire: raised by the “Fuck”ing by the boys at another table


His mouth: opened to say “Excuse me, could you use polite language?”


His beverage: beer