Annie sighed. "Do I even want to ask how you know?" she said, gesturing a nearby waiter forward. Turning her attention to him, she flipped over one of the ceramic coffee cups and said, "Coffee, please."
The waiter filled the cup without ever making eye contact, the dark liquid sloshing a little in the cup with his brusque movement, and then slipped away quickly as though he had never been there. Annie stole the top of Derek's creamer pyramid and dumped it into the cup, blowing on it a moment to mix it as the silverware on the table seemed a little too suspect for her to filch a spoon.
She sighed again, her ire deflated for the moment; for all that she had learned about Derek, he had never been anything but friendly and kind. No need to take out her current existential crisis on him.
"And not so much a brochure as a memo telling me I was being condemned to Purgatory in the desert. I'm struggling a little here. Cut me some slack."