planning to break up with me.
He must have been planning this for weeks. So why didnât he do it before now? Why did he decide to do it on this, the most sacred romantic night of the year for all couples, of all nights?
My boyfriend â ex -boyfriend, I remind myself â is obviously the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends.
Maybe I should find out who this âother girlâ is â not to scream at her for stealing my boyfriend, but to let her know what sheâs letting herself in for.
I order another glass of rosé from a passing waitress, and she gives me a wary look before nodding and bringing me a large glass. I must look crazy, and I can only imagine what theyâre all muttering about me â the poor girl sitting all on her own drinking too much wine and eating dessert for two, alone on Valentineâs, her boyfriend having walked out on herâ¦
Theyâre probably laughing at me back in the kitchen and posting about me on Facebook. Theyâll probably go see their friends later and tell them all about the sad girl in the restaurant tonight who got dumped.
Looking around again, I see the last two couples â they were double-dating â paying their bill and pulling on their coats. Thereâs a girl behind the bar getting the card machine for them, and my waiter is wiping down tables. Otherwise, itâs empty.
I swirl the wine around in the glass and take a gulp. I can barely taste it any more, Iâve drunk so much of it.
A throat clears.
âUm, can I get you anything else?â the waiter Iâve had all night asks me. My eyes canât quite focus on him, but I discern that heâs got thick, curling brown hair and that he looks very, very sorry for me.
I shake my head, the movement slow and making the room tilt. âNoooope. Nooo thank you.â
âIs your uh⦠is your friend not coming back?â
I snort, and then I start crying.
Itâs not even quiet crying. Iâm full-on bawling , snot everywhere, and interrupted by hiccups. I snatch up my napkin from my lap, which is stained slightly with chocolate sauce from my ice cream sundae, and blow my nose, wiping away my tears. When I take away the napkin, itâs covered in dark foundation and even darker amounts of eyeliner and mascara. If the napkin looks like that, I can only imagine how bad my face looks.
The waiter is still standing by me, holding a little black leather packet in one hand, and shifting his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. With his free hand, he rubs the back of his neck.
âWhat do you want?â I ask. Actually, it sounds more like a wail.
He holds out the leather packet. âItâs just that thereâs the small matter of the billâ¦â
âThe bill,â I repeat, sounding a little more normal now. âThe bill .â
âYesâ¦â
âWhatâs your name?â I slur. He did introduce himself right at the start of the evening, but I barely paid him any attention. I was too wrapped up in Will, and how much I was in love with him, and how perfect the whole night was.
âIâm Sean.â
âIâm Alex. Sit down, Sean.â I pat the table across from me, where Will sat earlier. I gulp some more wine down, and lunge forward, slapping my palm down on the table in front of him. âWhy are all guys such arseholes, Sean?â
âSome guys are,â he agrees, cautiously.
âNo, all guys. Iâm the customer, Sean. The customer is always right. And Iâm saying that all guys are arseholes.â
âUm, okay.â He puts the leather packet containing my bill down on the table, off to one side but closer to me than to him. I sniff, and wipe away a few more stray tears with the napkin. âDo you⦠do you want to talk about it?â
âHe broke up with me on a date . On Valentineâs Day! And then he went straight to go see this other girl heâs had his eye on
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