Let's go with: hovering.
Had a very enjoyable lunch with my Protagonize peeps in Penticton this afternoon, and lived to tell the tale! Unless, of course, a very slow acting poison was used.
The weather was pretty much perfect for the drive back, and once I got home it remained that way. The thermometer on our front window was reading 25 degrees at five o'clock.
Plus the apricot blossoms are prettying up the place quite nicely:
The waitress interrupted the conversation at the table with her delivery of the meals. The men nodded their thanks and attempted to resume their discussion.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked.
"No, we're good," one of the men replied. "Thanks."
As she left a brief assessment was conducted of each dish, including the likelihood of messes being made and potential dry cleaning bills. Preparing to tuck in, talk returned to their previous topic.
"Oh, haven't had a chance to try anything yet?" the waitress asked, reappearing at their table like an overeager puppy.
"Not yet. But it looks good!"
Off she went again as the men began to eat their meal. Three bites later, she was back.
"How's everything tasting?"
They could only nod in reply as, of course, she had aimed her question so that it would land while their mouths were full. She turned away once more, but not before a pleased smile lit up her face.
Two bites later she manifested beside them again, as though she had transformed from her bat form.
"All done?" she asked, reaching for the nearest man's plate. "Can I take that away for you?"
"No, still working on it. Thanks."
Disappointment weighed her down as she moved away, but it couldn't keep her down for long. She was back before the next bite could be swallowed.
"I'll just grab that from y-"
"I'm not finished yet," the man managed around a mouthful of burger, swatting her fingers aside.
Away and back, away and back. It seemed to the men like they were in a World War 2 bunker, fending off waves of German soldiers.
"This," one man said with a sigh after the most recent attempt at his meal, "is a bit much."
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This was, in fact, inspired by our waitress at lunch today. I'd say the start was fairly accurate... and then I got a little carried away.