"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Why?"
"You're scowling."
"Sorry. My mind must have wandered. I'd never scowl at you."
She smiled at him. "Thanks," she said. "I thought for a moment that I'd pulled a boner. The suit isn't too loud, is it?"
It was his turn to smile. "God, no," he laughed. "It's perfect. Very hungry? Good. We're eating right here in the hotel."
They took a table near a potted orange tree.
"How do you say ham and eggs in Spanish?" she asked.
"Jamón y huevos. Want some?"
"Uh huh. But I want to order them myself."