Dinner Together
Ryan sat across from Desiree. He went on and on about this day, eating his steak and mashed potatoes in between breaths. Her salad stayed untouched, sweating in the warm dining room. The waiter came by to refill her water glass. Her elbow was on the table, supporting her chin as she looked any where but Ryan’s face. He continued on about his day.
“So then I told him, no that was the Wyoming account, not New Hampshire!” He laughed at his own joke. “I tell ya, the things those guys do.”
Ryan continued to devour his cooked cow as Desiree watched the other tables. The other couples were more engaged with each other, laughing together and talking. Ryan only talked at her, not with her. When was the last time I laughed at your damn jokes, she thought.
“And, hey, did ya catch last night’s episode! Brilliant writing.” He said.
“Stop,” she finally said.
“Stop what babe?”
“This. I’m tired of it.”
“Of?”
“Us, you idiot.”
He blinked a couple of times before returning to his steak. “Good, least we agree on something.”
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