a table meant to be shared

occupied by a solitary eater

used to being alone all the time

but at this moment , longs to share it with someone

no, not just someone

someone she adores

but she can  only cling  to memories of their random encounters

which aren’t that much

In fact, she wonders if she’ll ever see him again

well, the situation’s not really hopeless

she can do something about it

but she’s chosen to be passive

relying on chance

or the absurdity of the idea of him wishing he could be with her,

to get to know her a little much better