[Its embarrassing when the hostess comes back with his meal. He doesn’t even look at her — somehow he knows what she is thinking, and he’s done this to himself. So when he finishes his meal, he pays for both and leaves with a cup of fresh caf. He’d rather it be something alcoholic, but — well, better that it wasn’t.
The nagging thought from the waitress bugs him until he leaves the café.
The repairs had to be nearly done. So eventually he arrives back at the hanger, glancing around for her. She isnt in his immediate line of sight but somehow it isn’t too hard to find her.]
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The nagging thought from the waitress bugs him until he leaves the café.
The repairs had to be nearly done. So eventually he arrives back at the hanger, glancing around for her. She isnt in his immediate line of sight but somehow it isn’t too hard to find her.]