She walked straight to an empty table in the center of the room. She had seen the one in the corner, but four empty chairs surrounded it, and she knew that meant three chairs too many.
She had come prepared with a book to keep her company. She was not uncomfortable with the fact that dinner would be experienced alone. If that had been a factor, she would have broken routine and not dined out at all. She ordered and continued reading.
Still, she kept glancing at the door as strangers worked their way to surrounding tables. The romantic in her imagined him walking through the door to join her--imagined that he didn't like the thought of her sitting alone for even one meal. It was a silly thought she blamed on the margarita she paired with her dinner. She laughed at her unusual preoccupation with the "alone" part of her dining experience; it wasn't the first time she'd gone out to a restaurant unaccompanied and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She let go of her romantic notions, ate her dinner quietly, finished the page she was reading, paid the bill, and headed home.
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lol...that sounds like something straight outta my head. ;P One day chica...until then, enjoy the "me time." =)