He arrived with the food, she wiped hot sauce and shards of yellow cheese from the table. Nearby, a family said grace over burritos and sodas.
“I can’t believe that,” she said. “Who prays when they eat fast food?”
He frowned. “It’s the Sabbath.”
“It’s Taco Bell.”
“Have you ever been to church?”
She squinted. “Are we doing this again? You never pray.”
“Not in front of you, God no.”
Afterwards, in the parking lot, they kissed. She finally found the ground beef seasoning on his breath absurdly overbearing.