She had a burger, a tuna rare, which ended up having no taste. Wasabi mayo on the side and the fries had the most spice & excitement.
Anything to drink?
Water.
Back to water & coffee. No alcohol. She could easily survive without alcohol, and if she chose to indulge, it was good for a few laughs and a moment of feeling dizzy or lightheaded, as if she laughed too much. When you go to a restaurant alone, it's best not too laugh too loud.
Alcohol was like men for her. And she felt lucky. She could give it up without really caring.
She liked alcohol more than men.
Less of a commitment. Better conversational partner.
There was a boy across the restaurant, who had a "Steve" voice. She wasn't sure what that was, exactly, but stuffed, not eloquent, from across the room she could tell he was bullshitying. And would prefer to discuss football.
A kid of indeterminate origin emerged from a mahogany black suv.
He pointed down the block.
Are you sure you're...
My house is right there. I do it all the time. Thanks!!
Even a kid had enough instinct to know that a harried hairy housewife was only making a gesture.
The men in the restaurant had to wear horizontal striped shirts. A woman at the bar having a glass of wine while on a date with her cellphone.
What's the story behind the name?
It's after a region outside Paris, a train stop.
Oh right, the striped shirts should've tipped me off.
Hehe.
I was on a European tour/cruise thing and we stopped in Paris.
Oh really?
Yeah, but the thing about it was that you're only there for one day.
Yep.
But I have an image of guys walking down the street, baguette under one arm. Striped shirts.
Yep.
The woman left a few minutes later, having run out of conversation with her alcohol.
