why , theres a nice table over there . i turn back , take the napkin she 's holding toward me , and sign my name with the sharpie i always carry in my pocket . it was n't something i could relate to . if they come for us , well shoot them . he dived for it , his grip loosening on me . his voice was always so calm and reassuring . she stopped in front of the table and put her hand on it in an effort to remind him of how she 'd had him there . 