It's lunchtime by the time she enters the cafe, and there's barely any table unoccupied. A lady by the door who dresses like a French maid widens her grin and kindly addresses her to one of the two-seats table. A menu is prepared on the table and the girl still has her insecure look on her eyes. After another lady who dresses similarly to the first one asks her what she'd like to have, she finally gives her an answer: a cup of white hot chocolate, and a plate of fried baby calamari.
No one can tell but it's her first time dining alone. She had usually rather ordered takeaway, but this time she'd rather not. She begins observing people who come with their family, partner, or friends. Well, seems like dining alone isn't so popular these days. What goes through her mind is how sad she must have looked like right now. Maybe looking like a girl who is heartbroken. Or sitting and waiting for someone who never comes. You know what, the truth is, I don't think a single person in the room cares about her dining alone. Nor would they think she looks as sad as she thinks she looks like. The truth is, she doesn't look sad, she just feels so.
What makes her sad is the fact that she'd rather eating alone in a lovely cafe than a call to invite her friends. And the fact that there is no one that seems right to call to. Then she begins to wonder, where have her best people gone? Who has she been meeting all this time? Well eating alone doesn't seem as bad as what she has thought, though. In fact she'd do it again sometimes. The only problem is, she feels bad because she'd rather not eating with anyone this time. As if she doesn't have any nice people around her to share a table and a chat with. Yes, that's probably the problem.
Not long after her last thought, her order comes. Then she starts eating without thinking even a bit any more. Before her last bite of the meal, she finally realizes something..the answer. Then she's never felt more alone...in that moment of truth.
