It started shortly after they got in line. The staring. The whispers. Mark was ignoring it, so April did the same and schooled her expression to be pleasant, but bland. Putting their selections onto one tray, Mark headed to a table that was to itself near a wall. Instead of sitting across from her, Mark sat at April's side putting their backs to the wall.
Taking her food from the tray, April kept her voice low.
"Expecting trouble, Mark?"
"Not yet really. Just exercising a smidge of caution. So, as you doubtless know from my accent, I'm French."