I never knew what it was like to be alone...
It's been precisely twelve years since Morona's fianceé was killed by a serial killer who has yet to be caught. Morona commiserates this event every year by treating herself to dinner out at a restaurant, as if her fianceé were still alive and they were on a date. It's mildly painful, but she does it anyway. It's a ritual at this point.
So, she's sitting outside at a restaurant near the Conrad with a glass of red wine in front of her, surveying the menu and trying to decide what to order. She's dressed very nicely; she's wearing jewelry and makeup, which she rarely does, and a nice black dress. She's also wearing her engagement ring, the one her fianceé gave her all those years ago. She's alone at the moment but wouldn't mind some company. In fact, she'd... probably enjoy company very much. Surprisingly. So feel free to talk to her.
So, she's sitting outside at a restaurant near the Conrad with a glass of red wine in front of her, surveying the menu and trying to decide what to order. She's dressed very nicely; she's wearing jewelry and makeup, which she rarely does, and a nice black dress. She's also wearing her engagement ring, the one her fianceé gave her all those years ago. She's alone at the moment but wouldn't mind some company. In fact, she'd... probably enjoy company very much. Surprisingly. So feel free to talk to her.