My friends were convinced that we were making out.
We had both been pumping so much adrenaline that we were starving and went to get a sandwich and water. We sat under the stares that I used to sit at and sell my books so many years ago. We looked at the area of the Marriott convention level where I used to do the kilt blowing and where he had seen me for the first time in 2009. I tried my damnedest not to take notes for comic strips and just enjoy the moment. It was a really good sandwich.