Vince stood up when the witch commanded it, muttering darkly but loud enough for his sweetheart to hear. "I'm a busy man too, you know. He's not the busiest man there is in the whole fuckin' world, with his fuckin' house on top the building. And his fuckin'... wait." his hand shot out to her upper arm, and although the grasp was instant and gentle, it was firm enough to punctuate his curiosity and demand for immediate attention. He strode in front of her, blocking her. There was no aggression in his eyes, only alarm and... was that jealousy? No! Never!
"You fuckin' talked to him? What the shit do you mean he wants to meet us." he threw his arms up, the patrons and employees of this restaurant by now accustomed to his occasional dramatics. Because mostly he did it to amuse people. "Who is this guy! Why is he trying to ruin my life!"