13 January — Saturday

At an airport restaurant, I’m sitting by myself, on a two-person table having a box of rice and chicken.
There is another guy across who is also by himself, also sitting on a two-person table. He is facing me. You can imagine, right? It’s me, an empty chair across me, a small gap, another empty chair and him, facing my way. We exchanged a brief look, so it was too late to change my seat. You understand why I had to leave, right?