I went to my book club last week. (We read Where'd You Go, Bernadette?, which was okay. I loved the characters, but hated the execution of the plot.) Katie and I were seated at a table for six in the corner of Café Intermezzo, a charming café that serves every possible variety of coffee, tea, and wine. On any given day, there is a choice of at least 30 fresh cakes of which you can get a giant slice for $7.95.
The rest of the girls took their seats. The waiter came by and placed napkins in front of us.
"Hello," he greeted us. He did a double-take when he saw me. "Oh! It's you! Hello! I know you've been here before!"
The rest of the table gave me the side eye. Why does this man know you so well, Sarah?
"I, um," [cough] "This was my go-to place when I was online dating," I rushed. During the height of my dating, I was here 2 - 3 times a week.
The rest of the girls squealed in delight. I was a little embarrassed sitting there, haunted from ghosts of dating's past.
"I'll have the hot chocolate with whiskey and Nutella."
You know, the usual.