"Are you going to finish that?" I asked pointing down to her untouched food.
She glanced down at it, as if she had forgotten its existence. She quickly shook her head no and I said, "Okay then, let's go."
She followed me out of the restaurant into the street. She started to ask a question at the same moment an explosion rocked the street and out of instinct I pressed her up against the brick wall of the restaurant shielding her body with mine.
When no more explosions were forthcoming I stepped away from a flushed faced Jane and walked away from her to glance around the corner of the street toward the direction of the explosion. The library was in flames, a virtual Dante's Inferno fed by the ample supply of paper in the form of romance novels among others. I heard Jane gasp by my side.
"If you were going to ask where we were headed, the answer is out of town." I pulled her to where I had parked my rental car and I pushed her into the passenger side. The enemy, whoever they were, were far too close for my preferences.