Univited Dinner Date

In the downstairs lobby, Milo found Bernie in precarious balance, leaning back in his chair at the front desk with his head back and his cap over his face. Deciding not to wake the man, he slipped past him into the dusk. 

The city was ripe with smells, gagging Miles when he stepped out of the large glass doors of his apartment building. He looked right and left and chose the option that seemed busier, in hopes of finding food. 

We walked around the block, reading signs until he found one that appealed to him. He chose a Mediterranean cafe, drawn in by the rotating, glistening shawarma on display in the window. He ordered and was moving toward an empty table when a familiar, yet off-putting smell met his nose. He lowered his head to his tray of food, which smelled delectable so it couldn’t have been his dinner. He scan