The details matter. It makes a difference to me whether I see a couple hold hands across the table or not.
The last time I saw him, his hand held mine against the tabletop and the waitress had stopped by several times to see if we were ready to order.
I told him, "She's probably getting annoyed with us."
I tried to sound concerned, but I just giggled.
As we were on our way out, the waitress came out to the lobby to remind us that we ordered dessert. I lifted my cheek from his chest when I heard her voice. I never even saw her follow us out there.
Is it enough to look happy? Others can see it in the smallest gestures. I have a tendency to pick apart happy moments in my mind, to kill them with dissection. It's nice when for an evening I forget to do that.
Afterwards, he asked me if I wanted to go across the street for a drink. It's one of the bars I like to write in. I laughed and told him they wouldn't recognize me without my notebook.
That's the same place where I am, right now. I'm looking for the subtext in a story.