#2 The Waiters Tale

They ate in silence.

When they arrived, he ordered for her.

She said nothing.

They were in their sixties, overweight, tired and sad looking.

He chewed loudly with his mouth open. She took small nervous bites, like a chicken pecking at seeds.

I brought the bill and he paid cash.
Just before they stood to leave, he reached across the table and put his hand on hers.

Her face lit up.
They both smiled and looked twenty years younger.

He rose, helped her on with her jacket, put his arm around her and they left, with smiles on their faces.

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