“Whatcha reading?” she asked, coming down the lobby steps behind where I was sitting.
The voice was mostly unfamiliar, but I had an inkling of whom it could possibly be. I looked up, and she was now in front of my table. She smiled, and asked if anyone was sitting with me. I said no. She asked if I minded if she hung out for a little bit. I smiled this time, and said by all means. She sat down, drinking a strawberry daiquiri. A waitress came by, and she ordered another. I ordered another Bloody Mary.
We met briefly the night before. Her table was next to mine during dinner. She was in a party of three, with another couple. When my table’s food arrived, both our tables got quiet, and all eyes were on the entrees brought out to us. She glanced over and said to me that I should let her know how my entrée was. I smirked and said will do. In all honesty, despite thinking it was good initially, the more I think back to it, I didn’t really think it was all that great. I ended up forfeiting half of it, because I was full on snack bar junk food, and the far superior seafood ceviche not too terribly long ago, and I simply didn’t want to finish this fish.
