Blind date

“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date.

He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads the butter in a circular fashion over the top of the bread.

She looks up at him. “So, tell me about your work. Mary says you're a taxidermist?”

“Nothing special, really,” he answers, uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. “Let's talk about you.” He gazes into her blue eyes, trying to imagine them replaced by dark glass marbles.