Decadent

You’re across the table
Unfurling black square across your lap
Reorienting the cutlery’s tines
You check your watch
It’s half past seven


The lull of the crowd indecipherable
You get the attention of the maître d’
inquiring who’s hands made this meal


It’s the most delicious you’ve ever had

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