You, Danny, Arny and Pete went out to dinner for the first time in ages. The restaurant was nice, and being with all your friends was enjoyable.

Save for the fact that things started to get extremely loud, too bright, too many people and relentless clatter.

You worked your hands under table, shredding a napkin into tiny pieces slowly. Danny, who was next to you, noticed. He put his hand over yours, pushing something into your palm. His car keys so you could have something to either fiddle with or go to his vehicle.