"Regular seating, maybe?" Sam tucked the first magazine under his arm so she could look through the new one without being impeded. The way he thought of it, regular seating was more overwhelmed by people but less overwhelmed by individual attention. In a box, people looked at you, wondered about you, noticed you. He didn't like that. He'd actually never liked that, even when he was still playing.

"Thinking about all those snacks is making me hungry. Should we get lunch?" Look at him, extending their outing without shaking in his sneakers.