Solo meal.

Chicken and rice soup, warm and to fill a cup.

Table by the windows.

Out the window eyes.

Ham and Cheese sandwich, cut into halves.

Toasted wheat bread, red tomato, green lettuce, white mayo, yellow mustard.

Plain leafy salad, clear vinaigrette.

Roasted red potatoes.

Eavesdropping ears.

Silverware clinking on dishware.

Coffee cups jostle, streams of caffeine.

Water and a thin slice of lemon meanders to the bottom.

“Please Conserve Our Water”, the sign reminds.

Half a glass is poured.

Eavesdropping ears.

“People our age don’t drink like that”

“He goes out with 25 year olds and drinks spiced rum”.

N Train, diiing, diing.

People load, inbound, inbound, inbound, tunnel, gone.

Eavesdropping ears.

“Our family is pretty good”

“No one curses”

“No one is loud”

“Only random tensions between a couple people from time to time”.

Soup gone.

Salad pecked.

One red potato eaten.

Half the sandwich vanquished.

N Train, diiiiiiiiiiing.

February sun.

San Francisco.

Cole Valley.

Eavesdropping ears.

“I had three cookies”

“I’ll need to walk them off”.

Chair legs scraping on a tiled floor.