[Y'know, I think I like this cliffhanger thing...]
"I'm surprised you came here willingly," Steve said as he slid into the booth across from Joe.
"Yeah, well," Joe said, "it seemed like the best place. I ordered already."
"Not a salad, I hope," Steve said.
"Learned my lesson," Joe said as the waitress came over.
"Hey, hon," she said. She put a pitcher of Coke and a pair of water-spotted glasses on the table. "Pizzas are up in a minute."
"Thanks," Joe said. He gave her a big smile and a small wink. The waitress blushed.
"Decided to bat for my team?" Steve asked.
"Nah," Joe replied. "But it beats dying of food poisoning. So anyway, what did you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Chris. What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Alex," Joe said.
"Good. Same subject," Steve said.
"What? No, they're two different people. Close, but not the same."
"Joe," Steve said, "I don't think so."
"What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is that Chris and Alex