Kara sat tapping her long foot against the table leg. She stared at the clock until it struck 8:40. She had been late herself but the thirty minutes she spent waiting alone said more than enough. Glasses chattered, smoke filled the room, the dim blue light shone on the stage where the lady sang the latest Jazz blues. Conversations were going on all around, at every other table there was at least two people sat together.
Kara began to converse with herself. ‘What a fool you are girl’. She sipped her drink, and breathed out deeply through her heavily painted red lips. ‘Never again will I entrust my time to anyone else’. She took a second, thought about it, and decided never again will she trust her heart to anyone else.
She didn’t care that eyes were on her from all around, even though there was no certainty why they were all watching her. Had it been because it was so obvious she had been stood up? Or because her name and face was printed in all the papers almost everyday last week? Or was it simply due to the fact that she looked so stunning in that monochrome shirt?
The waiter floated over to the table were the lone women, in the monochrome shirt sat. He made sure not to smile too much. They had been given a script to use when they were dealing with victims of a stand up, but Roberto knew he was a very very charming man.