“Tim! Ian!”
“What?” the two men answered him simultaneously.
He suppressed his laughter and shook his head.
“Can we postpone the classical music discussion long enough to order our dinner?”
Tim and Ian nodded sheepishly when they realized they had been ignoring Mike for the time it took to walk from the parking area into the restaurant and to wait for a table in the moderately crowded restaurant. They quickly ordered their usual favorites and the waitress informed them the waiting time would be about twenty minutes before walking away with the menu.
“I’m glad you’re into classical music, Ian. Mike here is a hopeless cause.”
“Mike doesn’t like it?” Ian asked curiously.
He rolled his eyes. Again. He’d been rolling his eyes several times this evening. Maybe if he’d rolled them hard enough, his eyeballs would pop out of their sockets.
“Look, you have to excuse me for not loving the same dead composers and boring music you’re into, Tim,” he responded nonchalantly.