Today, I sent her back home. There was a moment when the silent fills in. But I broke it and talked to her. We had a nice chat all the way home. I was so glad to have a lil conversation with her. As the night came over, we split up at the last junction of the busy road. She went straight home and I went to some place. It was a nice place, the place where people come have a good time together. I requested for a space and the waiter gave me a big table at the corner. I settled down, tried to loosen up a bit and I said to myself,
"Tonight, I'm giving myself a time, to think, to enjoy and revive myself after been kinda messed up lately. I'm going to treat myself a very nice dinner, alone".
Anyway, It was 300gram medium done of New York Steak and a glass of Ultimate Long Island Tea for this evening. But guess what, when you're eating out alone, with so many things dangling in your brain cortex. Problems, issues, confused. You’ll notice that waiting for the food to be served feels like hours. I recalled myself some memories of her to kill the time. Pathetic I know. It's been a long time and I missed everything, I mean everything. I missed her so much. So, the food was served and I got my delightful dinner. I thanked Ahmada, his name is. As I was about a quarter of eating my very steak, the fancy waiter came over and asked me about the food politely. Therefore, I gave him the complement,
"yeah, It is great. The steak is delicious, thank you". I smiled generously.
Being nice to him is one of the tricks on how to tackle your waiter. Blame The Waiter Rant because I didn't want them to spit into my food, please. By the way, I did enjoy myself having dinner, alone and I was hoping she was here tonight, spending time with me. Today, she looked pretty as always. I was glad to accompany her today. I wished to walk her home like always. We could talk and tell stories and make jokes all the way back without having a foot ache at all. It's the power of love. I remember, we were a best friend, but now, we pretend to be one. I feel so lonely and it’s killing me I know. And tonight, for the first time, I didn't finish my food. I couldn't. The drink tasted sour and the steak was lame. I feel like going home, have a shower, turn off the light and get into my bed, cover up my head and sleep.
I tipped the waiter no more than 10%.
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