You can tell a lot about someone just by watching him move his fingers and hands while sitting at a restaurant
Unless he is under the influence of chemicals such as, let’s say coffee.
I hate to think what conclusions my movements will draw then.
I always feel like going to the Summer cinema on a Monday, when it’s closed.
Their loss though; I have no interest in any of the movies in the schedule so I guess they have failed to monetise the stiffling boredom of adult males on August weekdays
So it’s dinner out instead.