There are some people with whom you have The Vortex.

You meet at 4 p.m, and then snap! It’s 3 a.m. and you’re still going strong, not from alcohol, but from your conversation like atomic bombs colliding. Normally you’d tear into the food in front of you as a means to an end, but it takes you 30 minutes to order despite the persistence of the wait staff and the patrons impatiently…