The Trouble with Silence

She coughed, shifting in her seat, uneasy.

He shredded his napkin.
"So, you work in radio?" she said. "What’s that like?"
"It's good," he said. "See… You want continuous, high-quality content, but most importantly you want to avoid dead air."
"Huh," she said. "Dead air."
"Yeah."
"Huh."
They examined their menus for the hundredth time.