|57 Birds And One Owl.|
I've been doing lunch alone for too long that I think I've gotten so used to it. It's funny how anonymous you can get in a sea of laughter; how significant minute details are, like how the rays of sunlight peep through the glass panels. or her obviously salon-manufactured hair, or that cute waiter; and how long the wait is for your seemingly simple order to arrive. Time stretches to infinity when you're alone and waiting and ravenously hungry.