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>”Get away from our table” you say sternly “She doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave us alone”
>The couple looks horrified, and indignant, then embarrassed. They leave sheepishly
>You look around the rest of the room to see if anyone else has any nerve to come over
>Only a few people seem to be glancing over now, they’re probably gossiping but they’ve gotten the message
>You look at Mary. She’s hugging herself and looking down. The last time she got like this was one night when you channel flipped onto a rerun of her show by chance
>You remember what brought her out of it and cheered her up was talking about work
>”You know what the worst thing about working at the hotel is?” you ask
>She doesn’t respond
>”The customers”
>She tries not to smile but you can see her crack a little
>“If it were up to me it would just be us and the roaches” you continue
>She giggles “The roaches are polite at least”
>”And they get all the best rooms anyway” you smile
>Mary laughs. It’s not a hard laugh, but you see a little tear in her eye anyway
>”You wanna finish dessert?” you ask
>”No. Just take me home” she sighs
>You look disappointed “Oh.. okay sure. We can leave”
>”No.. Anon” she says touching your hand again “Take… me… home”
>You pay for your meal. Your money is already tight but you spring for a cab. You tip the driver extra to speed. It’s Gotham, fuck it