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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

They were not planning to meet, but they did.

She entered the restaurant and immediately saw him there, sitting alone, eating silently, at a table on the far side of the room. At first, she didn’t seem to care, at all. It was like she didn’t recognize him, or didn’t pay it enough attention. It took a while to process the information, but then she turned to him again. All by himself, as always. And she stood there for a second or two, trying to decide what to do.

He didn’t notice her approaching the table until she was right next to him, to which he raised his eyes and, surprised, eyes wide open, managed to swallow whatever he was eating and utter a low ‘oh hi’. She was smiling slightly, it was awkward indeed.

There was no invitation, but she sat down, across from him. Her gaze never left him. She wondered what he was thinking, and why he would be thinking that. And the first thing she said was more of a loud thought to herself than a question to him.

“You are always alone, aren’t you?”

He smiled, kind of embarrassed, maybe, when he answered, but never met her eye.

“I like being alone, I guess…”

His words seemed to wake her up from whatever daydream she was having. She sat up straight on the chair and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Her words seemed sincere, she really meant it. She was really sorry. But not really.

He smiled, a sad smile, still looking down at his plate.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

For a moment, there was silence. The whole world froze around them and no sound could be heard apart from their breathing, completely out of sync with each other. She was looking at him, a sad look. He was fidgeting with the knife on his fingers.

And then he looked up at her, and their eyes finally met. He couldn’t breathe, he froze, this time. And before he could think up anything to say, she sighed, a sad sigh, and got up, going her way, as she always does. He watched her walk away until she was out of sight, and a bit longer. And then he smiled.


Submitted: December 12, 2020

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