The young lady was still seated there reading. As I left, I noticed someone come up in their car to pick her up. The following day, she was alone again shooting hoops this time. Slow and deliberate, she put thought into her position and posture before she aimed. She seems to have a strong preference for alone time and yet her demeanor was such that it would draw the attention of a passer-by. I could see her loving to be at the restaurant for one - savoring her meal one course at a time, enjoying the view.
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A solitary dinner is not usually associated with a good time but in the right conditions, it may be a reasonable option. There is certainly some novelty associated with the idea of a restaurant serving only one diner at a time. This reminded me of a young lady I saw a couple of days in a row during my evening walks. The first afternoon, she was seated on a bench under a tree in the school-yard in her college sweatshirt reading a book unencumbered by electronics. I did my turns around the yard until I had clocked the steps I do before I head back home.
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