Barbara is looking up from her screen to just over the top of it, where she's about to tell whatever Morning-Midday-Afternoon Good Samaritan that she is not looking for a best friend, a date, or someone to share a coffee conversation with, no less her table or even one of the seats at her table, where they can sit nearby. As politely and succinctly as possible. Probably.

Except, then she does look over it.


And.

Then.

She.

Does.

A.

Double.

Take.



It involves a lean back rather than forward. "What the-"