When the waiter arrives, she sits straighter in her seat, giving him a forced smile. She hopes she doesn't look too upset, though she can feel it on the inside. It's ridiculous, it somehow feels like all her dreams have come crashing down, when it's only the second time she's met this man. But it hurts. The idea that this might all mean nothing, hurts.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" she says, trying to follow his lead. She hopes that eating something might help her feel better. She's sure the wine on an empty stomach can't be helping.