It was 7:30pm. Cool evening. She entered room. A slick black
dress clung to her figure like a new glove been worn for the very first time. The
waiter gestured towards the table. As she walked, the smell of saffron filled
the restaurant. The wine glasses sparkled. It matched her eyes.
She sat opposite an empty chair. 8:00pm. A glass of wine was
ordered.
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