What's what

“Now where’s that waiter with my drink?” she said, turning to look for the waiter as if to close that particular opening chapter. As quickly as she'd turned away, she turned back to face Mark, reached out her left hand across the table and gently touched his right hand which was pressed on the table in front of him as though trying to prevent the table from levitating. Such was the shock he was experiencing.

“Sorry about that”, Juliette said warmly, “but I felt I had to get that off my chest straight away so we both know what’s what.