There's a solex on the run

I would leave the place tomorrow with never a backward glance.
So I laughed and brushed past him out of the
room with my spoon and plate still in my
hands. You're a little tense, '...look at your
hands.' 'But why do you leave me here,
here's where one goes to have a real good
time.' He said: 'my dear', just after I had
finished my meal out there on the hallway.
Well well, not today. You're a little tense.
Look at your hands from across the hall. 'Got to make a call...'