Gojo

You sat alone, the waiter bringing you another glass of wine.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at the cold food in front of you. You tried to wipe it away quickly, not wanting to ruin your makeup.

You felt a mix of disappointment and anger, tears welling up in your eyes. You looked at the empty chair across from you, remembering happier times. The waiter approached with a sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Would you like to take your food to go?