The Reunion

I’m sitting alongside my former associates in this eatery where many would have to patiently wait just to grab a table. The interior is fairly ostentatious, accompanied by the low lights and lounge music playing in the background. At our table for ten, they prate on how they have changed in appearances and the trivial yada yada that you can expect for a reunion alike. I can’t find the words to utter so I just listen loosely to them while sipping the drink from my glass. A little carried away, I find myself attracted to a certain individual at the opposite table. Similarly, she seems isolated from her gathering. I notice the glass in front of her. To my astonishment, it is just what I ordered for a night like this. Surrounded by indistinct chatters, we exchange glances.