Every story is a love story

Here we are. At the restaurant the Boy likes. From outside the Girl can see a guy at the bar. She remembers him. She knows that it will end up like last time if she doesn't do something. Quickly, the Girl steps to the door first. The Waiter comes to greet them. Seconds before the Waiter opens his mouth, the Girl asks for a table. The Waiter leads the way and she quickly follows. However, the Boy graps her hand and asks her to sit at the bar. As though she expected this to happen, she loudly inhales and exhales. She makes herself clear that she wants to sit at the table. She turns back and looks for an empty seat. Will she be able to do it this time?, she talks to herself.

The Boy doesn't come. She's sitting alone. He raises his voice and insists that he wants to sit at the bar. She looks around and sees two customers walk in and sit at the table next to her. Suddenly, she asks the Boy why he wants to sit with the guy at the bar. Rapidly, the Boy's face shows his anger. Nevertheless, he walks to her and sits. Will this really be the way she wants it to be?, the Girl talks to herself.

No, it's not. The Boy is angry. He wants to sit at the bar, flirts with the guy at the bar, and deserts her, like always. Not with anger or sadness, the Girl says if he sits at the bar, the Girl will not pay for his drinks.

The boy left. The Waiter walks past her and walks into kitchen. Remotely, she hears customers talking. Her eyes turn red. She doesn't know what is going to happen next. Looking to the right, a Chef in white coat walks out of the kitchen, makes a brief glance at her, and runs downstairs to the basement. The Waiter walks back. He asks for her drinks and she orders. At the very moment she begins to speak, tear drop falls into the table. Why is she crying?, the Girl talks to herself.

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