Day 80.

This was the first time anyone sat in that seat since that Monday the 3rd. She was thoroughly enjoying the conversation but wanted it to end all the same. She had just finished her chicken when he bought her the cocktail. She hadn't even ordered her chocolate cake yet. What would be think of her once he learned about her monthly chicken and chocolate ritual? 

She'd only ever told two people about it. One was her best friend since they were little, virtually a sister, so that didn't really count. The other was a man she was dating in college. She would disappear on what seemed to him like random Mondays. She only said it was private and personal. 

He began to suspect she was cheating on him, so he followed her. He watched from outside the restaurant until he was satisfied she was eating alone. But she saw him. That night, she told him everything. He said he understood, but tried to convince her she should stop going; she needed to move on. The next day, she broke it off.