David nodded wordlessly, moving quickly down the sidewalk the two blocks that it had taken to find a parking space. A sort of bubble followed them, most people not really looking, anyone who did happen to meet David's eye turning away with the typical air of bemused wonderment he usually left people with, wordlessly removing the incident.
"I'm sorry," he said as they finally reached the black Toyota - no ticket, miracle of miracles. He didn't sound particularly sorry, more angry than anything else; not sorry that David had taken her out, sorry that people couldn't be trusted to let them eat in peace, that nothing could happen without ridiculous violence, that pie had been effectively ruined.