When you are alone in a restaurant And a stranger walks in and sits on the table facing you And you feel that he is not hungry for food But probably hungry for lust, beauty, new acquaintances, intellect, art, knowledge... And that is when your bill comes back You leave a tip and then the table Abandoning him starving for the eye contact that would have fed his hunger.
- LynnAA
To the stranger who willingly came back into the restaurant and sat on the table facing me.