And then Leyla turned up. First drink in Fifth Avenue, turned to sit down, and there was Leyla

And then Leyla turned up. First drink in Fifth Avenue, turned to sit down, and there was Leyla. So, everything changed. Could not go home as planned. Brussels Grill steak, back to hotel, for 2 more nights. And another, hideously expensive Eurostar. If only, if only, if only I’d known she’d be there, I wouldn’t have drunk so much in the hotel, and would have got there sooner. Now, too late. My steak is taking longer than ever. The restaurant is 75% empty. I am sure it shouldn’t be taking this long. 530 now. So drunk. So hungry. Still I wait for my steak. This is not right. Never waited this long before, and usually the place is busy. It is counter-intuitive but often true—the emptier the restaurant, the slower the service.
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