Well after midnight. Homesick. Heartsick. Miserable. Another hour before the bus.
A man ate in silence two tables over. Would it be weird to say hello?
The young woman tarried on her way past, eyeing his plate curiously. She’d never seen anyone do that. “Did you put mayo on your fried chicken?” Oh no, too late to turn back now. She’d said it aloud.
The sage man smiled. “Why, yes I did. Have a seat.”
Never more relieved in her life, she happily complied, and the strangers became soul friends as they shared the basket of chicken.
A man ate in silence two tables over. Would it be weird to say hello?
The young woman tarried on her way past, eyeing his plate curiously. She’d never seen anyone do that. “Did you put mayo on your fried chicken?” Oh no, too late to turn back now. She’d said it aloud.
The sage man smiled. “Why, yes I did. Have a seat.”
Never more relieved in her life, she happily complied, and the strangers became soul friends as they shared the basket of chicken.
