The prompt used: “I’ll have what she’s having.” -When Harry Met Sally (quote)
It had been a long day when I finally got to sat down at the local restaurant. It was packed so full that the only free spot was at a two-person window table where a woman already sat.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the waiter said with a rather thick accent I could not place to an area I knew. “What would you like to have today, sir?”
I gave him a blank stare, trying to think what I wanted. All I could think of was how much I yearned for collapsing into my bed once I got home. “I’ll have what she’s having.” I gestured at the woman sitting in front of me.
“Very well. Anything else?” the waiter asked.
“No thanks,” I answered.
“I’ll pass the order to the kitchen then.” The waiter left. I followed his swift movements around the masses until he disappeared into the kitchen.
When I turned to look at the woman, I saw that she was glaring at me.
“I ain’t lookin’ for hookups,” she growled when she had my attention.
I blinked, trying to understand what she was talking about. Then I think I understood. “Ah, sorry. Not my intention. Was too tired to choose a dish myself.”
The woman frowned at me but resumed eating what appeared to be a vegetable dish of sorts. Had I not been starving in addition to being almost as tired as the dead, I would have winced at my bad life decision.
The woman finished eating, paid and left soon after I had sat down, and a young guy took her place. I gave him a nod and resumed staring into the crowded nothingness behind him, hoping that the dish would be good enough to eat.