"Now there's an image," he laughed, keeping one ear out for their order number. "And yes, that's true as well. And if the way that young man behind the counter is staring, I think he's inclined to agree."
Their number was finally called, and Honos collected the bag of food, refilled his cup, and led the way back to their car. He resumed his place in the passenger seat, firmly wedged his cup into the holder, and started digging for their sandwiches. Now that the smell was starting to waft toward him, he was suddenly starving.