I always hear the clinks of the glasses louder than they all do, notice the glitter of the dim lights more than they all do. My eyes are always elsewhere. I see a man tapping absent mindedly on the table, playing with his food, waiting restlessly for someone for his eyes never seem to leave the door. A woman on the next table is engrossed in her smartphone ignoring the animated chatter going around her, her thumbs doing an awkward dance on keypad, typing-erasing, her side of chat conversation is filled with conversation bubbles as I can see from distance, the replies on the left are monosyllabic. I can hear her sad sighs even through all that noise. Two men that I know hate each other to the core give fake smiles to each other; one of them has been unknowingly mirroring the body language of the other the whole evening. I can see the sycophantic admiration behind the veil of dislike. A meaningful look that a couple in the corner is sharing doesn't go unnoticed too, I can see them playing footsie from under the table. In another corner, I can see a poor guy sitting between who seem like his mother and his wife, both gritting their teeth in silent mutiny, staring in opposite directions determinedly.
I camouflage in the rusty background of the restaurant. My food is barely touched.
If I could, I would shed off these extra ears and eyes, like vestigial organs in the process of evolution. For once, I would appreciate creamy texture of Pina Colada, smoky flavour of Qebabs and sing along the Savage Garden's Chained To You playing in the background.
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