Close to dusk, William was seated in a small, fancy French restaurant. It had a peaceful ambience and colourful furniture. There was a large glass instead of a wall, it let the entire place be illuminated by the sun. William sat away from the window and had a bowl of soup in front of him. Vapour and sweet scent emanated from within. He was seated alone. There was a couple seated in the table across, and a few older people in other tables. With a spoon, William took the first sip of his soup. It was spicy-just how he liked it. He looked up from his bowl and noticed everyone in the room had stopped whatever thing they were doing, the room went obnoxiously silent. They were all looking at him with this emptiness in their expression. He cringed at the sight as he looked around and decided to c
