"Slows me down"
He closed his eyes as the juices filled his mouth. He did not analyze the seasonings. He was content to allow the medley of flavors to wash over him. (Beef not organic as advertised, but that hardly mattered.)
He reached for his perfectly matched glass of red wine. (He should take more cases for restaurateurs.) He inhaled slowly before tasting…
No! That car that just turned the corner! Was that his mark? No way to know. If only he'd observed! He'd have to keep watching the street, but this time without distractions.
He sighed, and pushed the tantalizing dish away.