I glanced in the mirror in front of me to observe the couple sitting behind us.
The girl was nicely dressed. A flowing red shirt to match her scarlet stained lips. Black tights that showed off her curves. Soft brown eyes that reflected disdain at the moment. The guy had a cell phone stuck to his ear.
He had been on a call since the past five minutes.
"Pissed off girlfriend at 11 o'clock", I said to Em.
"The girl is fat. And pimply", he remarked, as he took a bite from his Greek salad.
"She's well dressed", I said. My slightly defensive tone surprised me.
"Hmm. He can do better."
"He probably is", I commented as I fished for some chicken in my pasta.
Em looked up at me.
"If he can do better, he will."
"That's a tweet".
That's how most of our conversations ended.