I sit right behind them
A glass wall separates us
I see them
I see the couple
They don’t see me
In fact
They don’t even see each other
They see screens
They see trends
But not their friends
I move somewhere else
So not to see that
I didn’t dig that
For some reason
They noticed it
She looked at me
Moving away 2 meters
She frowned
I grinned
In front of my new place
A new couple is spawned
Brought by the Sunday night commotion
They order some artisanal sodas
Fancy shit in cocktail glasses
She makes a picture
Of the soda next to the glass
With some pink liquid in it
And then she drops the can
Not once but twice
Two burgers arrive
For the two zombies
She removes the upper bun
And starts cutting the rest
I become too observant
And see the things
I don’t want to see
When my order
Got forgotten
And I had to remind again
Some lousy waiter
About the order from
40 minutes ago
As I listen
To the furious kid
Making a scene
Two tables away
And his mom shuts down
The little brat
With even more furry
Creating a better scene
Juicy, spicy, crunchy, well-done
I’m here all fascinated
By the Sunday night eating out
Hoping to get some bacon burger
Soon
Very
Very
Soon