Peering out through the tinted car window, I felt empty, watching the owner warmly welcoming patrons, amidst the smoke and aroma of grilled meats.
Suddenly, a familiar figure inside caught my attention.
Clad in an expensive tailor-made suit, his hair meticulously styled, he exuded a smarmy, pseudo-aristocrat vibe, clearly enjoying his BBQ.
He stuck out like a sore thumb in that modest street-side diner.
Next to him was a woman, her face beaming with happiness.
They took turns feeding each other bites, sharing a skewer here and there.
He lovingly ruffled her hair, their world seemingly wrapped in a bubble of bliss.
"Mrs. Flynn... uh..." Will hesitated, clutching the bagged BBQ, unsure of what to say.
"Forget 'Mrs. Flynn', just call me Ms. Swift." I sighed deeply, "Did they notice you?"
"No, they didn't, Ms. Swift!" Will assured quickly.
"Whatever you saw today, consider it unseen. And keep it under wraps." My voice was devoid of any emotion.
Will nodded, got the message, and zipped his lips.
Will had been my dad's most trusted ally, and following my dad's death, I'd kept him close.