Dinner with a Question
Shiva is sitting in an upscale restaurant. She is dressed to kill. Technically, she is always dressed to kill but this evening she is wearing a black cheongsam with moderate heels. There might even be a trace of make-up on her face. Maybe. Just a little.
She has been sitting her calmly, waiting for Vic to show up, however he wants to show up. She puts no requirements on him, though it might be a bit difficult to eat with no mouth. There have been a few people who have attempted to approach her. Even the wait staff has come to realize that she wants nothing to do with any of them at the moment.
She is waiting for her companion. There is no nervousness. No uncertainty. There is only calm waiting.
She has been sitting her calmly, waiting for Vic to show up, however he wants to show up. She puts no requirements on him, though it might be a bit difficult to eat with no mouth. There have been a few people who have attempted to approach her. Even the wait staff has come to realize that she wants nothing to do with any of them at the moment.
She is waiting for her companion. There is no nervousness. No uncertainty. There is only calm waiting.