Diana's POV:
"Miss, would you like to order?" The waitress walked up to me, asking for the third time this evening.
"Yes." I replied, as opposed to the 'I'm waiting for one' I would have answered. I picked up the menu, my eyes skimming across it. "I'll have the chef's special."
She smiled, writing it down. "Would you like a refill on your wine?"
I looked at my half empty glass. That's the second bottle I've drank today. "Sure." I replied, "keep the wine coming."
She looked at me, and I just knew what she was thinking. "You're okay?"
"No I'm not."I sighed, drinking the last of my wine. "My date stood me up."
Her eyes widened. "Oh my, I'm really sorry."
I nodded. "It's fine. I'll have good food and go back home."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt. It's been an hour, and not even
