“The usual?” Mary grabbed two slices of sourdough from a bag before slapping on some tuna salad.
“Yeah,” Tom replied looking around the deli.
Two small puddles of rain water merged on the floor. He shook the drops from his umbrella before sticking it into a cloth grocery sack. Water leaked through the canvas of the heavy bag. He looked around to see if anyone saw its contents.
Mary sliced through his sandwich, placed it on a plate with pickle, and pushed it toward him. He placed on his tray a banana from the fruit basket and a cello-wrapped brownie from the deserts.
“Just a cup of ice water,” he said paying for the lunch.
