That smile crept from ear to ear as he watched the tension stiffen John's body. "You speak of me as if I am a fly buzzing around your head, rustling wings next to your ear," Jim sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Please, John, you know me. You know me far better than that, don't you?"
Watching the waitress walk down the aisle with a plate of food, puzzled at the now empty booth in the corner, Jim politely waved her over. "I hope you don't mind me moving," he said to her as she placed his order in front of him. "I found an old friend and couldn't resist taking a seat across from him. We have so much to catch up on."
He waited until she walked away to continue any further interaction. He held out the basket of chips to John. "Help yourself," he said before placing it back down on the table, helping himself to a few.