Across the table from us, a guy in his thirties, maybe, sat holding hands with a girl in a tight skirt and deeply cut blouse. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, not a light peck, but not a no-holds-barred tongue-fest either.
“Get a room!” Fredi said loudly. “Gross.”
Heads swiveled to Fredi and then to the couple who were both blushing.
“What the hell?” the man said and stood. “What’d you say to me?”
Fredi, all of five foot something, got up too. “Get. A. Room. We don’t want to watch you making out during lunch.”
“Why you…” The man was about to launch himself at Fredi when Guy, Max, Jeffrey, and I rose and turned to him.
“You what?” I growled at him. I towered over all of them. Probably over everyone in the room.
The man looked at the four of us and backed down. Carefully he sat.
“You got something to say?” I asked.
He shook his head.
His girlfriend glared at us.
“You wanna say something?” I asked her.
She blanched and shook her head.