This can’t be right can it? I’m sat at a small table for two and have just been asked by a complete stranger if I mind sharing the table.
Now what do I do? Sit here staring at her? Nope.
Chat to her? Nope.
Instead I sit here furiously writing this whilst worrying if I’ve got crumbs on my chin. We are engaged in the most awkward game of London Underground-style reading-all-the-posters-on-the-walls-and-not-making-eye-contact that I have ever had to endure.
It would have been easier just to start talking from the start.
Thanks for ruining my lunch. Cow.
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