“But we must exchange numbers. I don’t want to make you worry if this happens again,” Rolf said.
Sorry for the situation, Neil still was nevertheless grateful, as it provided still more evidence that Rolf was sincere in his decision to take a chance on Neil.
They walked into the museum restaurant. It was decorated in horse related artifacts. Draft horse collars, bridles, and other pieces of tack hung on the walls. Round tables which were fashioned from retired wagon wheels and had Plexiglas tops with seating for four, six, or eight in captain’s chairs, were arranged around the room. The menu was simple—burgers, pizza, and the like. Soft drinks, beer, and wine were available. Ice cream and pies of various kinds were offered for dessert.
They were seated at a table in the center of the room. Rolf heaved a heavy sigh as if he were letting go of the drama of the situation he’d just left behind.
Rolf looked over the menu. He seemed to be scowling.
“What’s wrong?” Neil asked.