"You don't have to draw attention to yourself to walk like a convincing woman," Diana fired back, taking another careful bite of felafel- honestly, why wasn't there a god of this stuff yet? It was fucking fantastic. She made a mental note to take a picture of someone famous eating there. The guy who owned the place deserved some good business. Maybe she could even write a piece about it- it was right across the street from where some Senator started breastfeeding at a cafe table five years ago, the place had seen some history.
Before long, she had finished her wrap and was pulling Mark by the elbow, well aware of his discomfort at the invasion of personal space. "Come on, Mark, let's go into Sak's," she enthused. "You'll look so good in their stuff."