Bad Romance
I nod sadly at him and continue eating my food, the sound of rain providing company.
Everything seems normal until the bell rings from the front door, indicating that someone just entered the store. The loud sound echoes towards me, but I don't bother to look at the newcomer. I keep eating my leftovers, which are getting cold now. It seems impossible to finish the food I ordered, but wasting it isn't something my father taught me. It makes me sad.
"We are closing, sir," the guy's voice resonates inside the store as the newcomer's shoes walk towards the counter.