You moved to a new city a couple months ago. It’s been hard to make friends but you had met this girl in passing. She was really kind and you hung out and got coffee with her a couple mornings. She asked you if you would like to get dinner Friday night with her other friends since she’s been wanting you all to meet. You were so excited, finally feeling like you fit in. You went to the restaurant, being the first there the host sat you at your table. You kept checking your phone as the time passed. Hoping you didn’t get the restaurant wrong, or the time wrong. But you didn’t. This was right. Why was no one here? You ordered a drink and realized you’ve sat here for 40 minutes. No text back. They’re not coming

you wipe a tear. Wanting to just pay for the drink and go home. Your appetite is gone. You hand the waitress your card. She’s sympathetic as she sees your expression. Standing up to grab your purse you feel a tap on the shoulder. You turn and see a tall, handsome, kind looking man

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up. Um… I’m here with my friends. I noticed you were alone and upset.

You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye

There’s room for one more. Would you like to join us?