Callyn stopped singing when the music called for the singing to stop. She crescendoed into the ending phrases on the piano, slowing down a bit with every note in a ritardando, then decrescendoed the second half of the last phrase, then played the last chords softly.
She took her hands off the wooden piano. "I didn't know you knew that song," she said as she looked up at him. "You sing it very well."
Carlos called them to the front counter to come get their food. Callyn stood up from the bench and went to go get their trays.
"Good, it's mine too," Callyn said. "Here try some of this sauce. It's savory, almost like gravy, but it's not." She pushed her plate over to him. The reddish-brown sauce was pooled underneath and around the enchiladas.