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Like a hawk following a field mouse scuttle through the undergrowth, I watch the bread as it moves towards me. It approaches, then suddenly darts right and is pounced upon by a couple near the entrance of the restaurant. The couple, in their early thirties, begin to tear into its sweet, delicious flesh.
The male predator is tall with longish hair and commands the conversation with self-assured, savvy confidence. His hand gestures are grandiose and flamboyant and his partner nods in agreement and adulation between nibbles. My stomach rumbles and my eye twitches. I curse our luck since I’m sure we ordered before them.
