Right here.

Every now and then she would look up from her menu whenever the bell on the door rang. This time it was a couple holding hands that lead themselves to the booth behind hers.

She couldn’t decide between the burger or club sandwich.

Ring. A young man. Not hers.

This is getting ridiculous, she thought to herself. I should at least pick something.

Her waitress walked over and asked whether she was ready or not.

Ready? No. Never ready, never decisive.

I’ll have the sandwich, please, and a glass of water, she answered back quickly.

But what she really wanted was the burger and coke.

Ring. Another disappointment.

She placed a bill on the table and quickly brushed off the scratched off nail polish remains that kept her unknowingly occupied.

Ring. No one turned around to see her leave.

– Jessa






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