Once the waitress--Lyra, she'd said?--handed them their menus, Miguel finally noticed her protruding belly. It still didn't click for him. He'd been a bit of a mess during that timeframe that he'd slept with her and hadn't had any significant reason to remember her after that night.
He was hoping Lyra would leave them be and let them get back to their date night, but he didn't really know how to say that. Surprisingly, his wife piped up then, and he looked at her with a growing smile, thrilled and proud of her for actually saying something. He knew how anti-confrontational she was.
"I really don't mind signing something. My wife and I would just like a nice date night out," he added, reaching for Celestina's hand so he could brush his lips over her knuckles.