Finishing dinner at A Despensa
With my elbows on the table and my knuckles under my chin, I watched the gelato drip slowly down the side of the chocolate cake, as we waited for the waiter to bring an extra plate. We discussed whether we would go to the bar or just go home and get in bed and watch TV. The piano music played softly from the speaker overhead. Plants in vases hanging from ropes swayed softly. Plates clinked in the kitchen. Other diners conversed.