Table for one.
“Just one?” the waiter asks, with that small tilt of the head.
Yes. Just one.
A table for one is the most underestimated luxury in the city.
You choose the wine without negotiating. You eat the bread. You watch the room like a film made only for you: the couple who stopped talking in 2019, the first date going badly, the friends laughing too hard at the next table.
Nobody needs anything from you.
You don't have to be interesting. You just have to be there.
Women who can sit alone in a good restaurant have a particular kind of calm.
They know the company was never the point.
The evening was.
~TCOTBH
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