I go out on a date to my favorite restaurant. we have reservations but the wait is incredibly long for a table. the maître d says its because one table has been sitting there not eating for hours. he points to a table in the corner & its the millionaire & his family.everyone is texting on their phones looking down, no one talks. :-(
I hear that they(the heiress?) called the paparazzi & are just waiting for them to show up before they leave. the millionaire goes to the bar by himself & sits there drinking slowly. i want to say hello but it's an awkward moment & I don't want to "blow his cover". he looks past me & leaves with his wife. the flashbulbs light up the entire restaurant & then they are gone. hopefully, forever.