She feels the change in him like a shift in the weather. A warm summer's day just grew dark under thick storm clouds. She watches as he makes his way to the back of the restaurant, every step carrying him farther and farther from her.
She cuts a glance back to where the restrooms are, up by the front. Slowly, she sets her utensils down and folds her napkins.
"Well, fuck."
Ten minutes later, Connie brings her a to-go box and she pays the check. Which isn't even the worst part, she was planning on paying the check ahead of time. She was the one who asked him out, after all.
She takes the walk home with a measured pace, trying to think about what she'd said or done that might have made him abandon ship like that. She checks her phone for some kind of text or message. Something. Nothing.
Three hours later, she's on her third beer in front of the television, not even paying attention to the evening news update. The anchor was droning on about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen ending a hostage situation. She pitches her phone onto the coffee table and debates finally going to bed.
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She feels the change in him like a shift in the weather. A warm summer's day just grew dark under thick storm clouds. She watches as he makes his way to the back of the restaurant, every step carrying him farther and farther from her.
She cuts a glance back to where the restrooms are, up by the front. Slowly, she sets her utensils down and folds her napkins.
"Well, fuck."
Ten minutes later, Connie brings her a to-go box and she pays the check. Which isn't even the worst part, she was planning on paying the check ahead of time. She was the one who asked him out, after all.
She takes the walk home with a measured pace, trying to think about what she'd said or done that might have made him abandon ship like that. She checks her phone for some kind of text or message. Something. Nothing.
Three hours later, she's on her third beer in front of the television, not even paying attention to the evening news update. The anchor was droning on about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen ending a hostage situation. She pitches her phone onto the coffee table and debates finally going to bed.