Day 79.

At first she completely avoided the restaurant. She couldn't bear to go back there or even walk down the street. But, she had this nagging voice that just wouldn't leave her alone. 

"What if he came back?"

After a couple months, she went back. She sat at their table. She ordered their dinner and their, well her really, chocolate cake. It was the same waiter from that awful night. When he asked her if she was ok, she simply said that she didn't want to talk about it. He obliged. 

Over the years, they became friendly. At some point along the way, he started having her chicken at the table for her when she arrived. He often wondered if she would ever bring friends with her. She never did. Always on her own. Always on the first Monday of the month. 

It was a sad day when the waiter told her he had gotten another job and would be leaving the restaurant. He had been there with her from the beginning. Now he was gone, too.

The restaurant was never quite the same after that. It lost some of its heart. Maybe it was she who had lost her heart. But the place was changing. Little by little, it became more trendy, and more people went there for their fancy cocktails than their food. To some extent, she didn't mind. As long as they still made chicken parmigiana and chocolate cake.