Rose waited for Teddy under the red “C” of Chandelier’s Grill. The way she stood, hugging her purse to her chest and looking down at her boots every few seconds, she could have been mistaken for a nervous woman, perhaps waiting for a first date or meeting a married man she intended to sleep with after a cocktail and an avocado salad. Every few minutes she’d turn to read the menu posted in the front window, changing her face as she scrolled through the appetizers, smiling at the soups, frowning at the salads, raising an eyebrow at the main dishes, nodding at the vegetarian selection, so the woman inside waiting to seat customers wouldn’t think she was staring in at her. Teddy had suggested Chandelier’s Grill after their conversation on the phone last week when Rose admitted she’d been frequenting a drive-thru taco shop that was located between the two condos she owned. She’d laughed and told him it was convenient and cheap, two C's she loved. That’s when Teddy gave her directions to Chandelier’s and told her this was another “C” she could get used to.