Lucettia's Point of View:
With languid eyes, I looked at the enormous square-shaped clock hanging on one of the restaurant's walls. It’s already ten-thirty in the evening, which means I have been here for the past hour and a half, drinking alone. And from where I was seated, it didn’t help me at all. I looked pitiful and miserable.
Before, I was used to sitting alone inside cafes, restaurants, or even bars. I often prefer going out alone, so eating or drinking alone is no big deal.
And supposedly, it should be different today. I came here with somebody, but he chose to leave me here for someone else. In the end, I felt a different kind of pang being alone at this hour. It felt like I was abandoned somewhere in the corner.
And as the night grew deeper, I looked even more miserable.
