Two hogsheads of pale lager for Ms.Celiac.

"Gluten free, please"

I heard her say, from across the restaurant, through crumb riddled lips.

"I hope you choke, glutton."

She didn't hear me say, as I mumbled under my breath, through crumb riddled lips.

Inching.
Right behind her.

Closer.

Closer.

Hands clenched.
Closed,
Tightly.