he ordered just the sandwich, not the whole lunch combo. that should have tipped her off. but of course it didn't. a girl like that, you know every argument is ad hominem, indicative of the whole relationship.
they sat in the same booth, in my section, and i guess it was justification for me. sure, i'm predictable- the same place every day, but at least i was getting paid for it. their boredom was self-imposed.
clipped together with a black pen, the papers slid across the table to her.
a glance. she looked him in the face. back down.
she had chicken. unnecessarily, i gave her a steak knife. i approached the table and laid the food down, the knife sitting knowingly on the top.
she was ready to eviscerate him.
i retreated to the back room. i needed a fix.
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