I pick at my food, upset with my choice but not wanting to ask for
something else, I mean he is paying for it and it is a date the last thing I
need is for him to think I'm high maintenance. I just sit there staring at my
plate of salad then over at his castle of meaty delight surrounded by a moat of
fries, and back at my own, deep in thought about the perfect meal, just across
the table, and how I can't have it.
"Are you OK?" The question shatters all my thoughts. I
look up at him and just stare blankly into his eyes. He repeats the question,
"Are you OK? You've barely touched your salad" I don't know how to
answer I blink a few times, breaking my stare and reply "I'm fine, I'm
just not that hungry I guess" I know it's a lie. I'm not just hungry, I'm
starving and all I can think about is how good one of those fries would be and
how amazing the tender meat of the burger would taste. I eat another piece of
lettuce disappointed by the lack of meat and grease. If I could just grab a fry
and then another one and slowly make my way to the burger. It's a great plan,
except for the monster that is hanging over it with a watchful eye. I watch him
waiting for the perfect time to pounce on the meal that should've been mine. He
glances at the football screen behind him to check the score of the football game;
I grab one fry, two fries, and three fries just as he turns back around. They
melt in my mouth the salt burns my lips but the pain was so worth it.
