The soup was good and the steak after it was better and they sat at the table longer than they needed to, the way you sat at tables when the food was worth it and there was nowhere pressing to be.
Kelvin had his elbows on the table and was going through his phone with one hand and his water glass with the other, his eyes moving between the screen and the window and back.
He had the energy of someone whose mind was already somewhere else, already on the next thing.
"Beach tomorrow," he said, not looking up from his phone. "There's one about twenty minutes from here. People say it's one of the best in the area."
Liam looked at him. "How do you know that already."
"I looked it up on the plane." Kelvin set his phone down and looked at Liam. "While you were sitting there staring at the wing."
Liam said nothing.
