“Why do we always come here?” Susan asked as she perused the menu. She didn’t know why she bothered looking. They always ordered the same thing. The place was cozy and out of the way, but a bit of a dump.
“I thought you loved the food here,” Tom said, putting the menu down and motioning to the waitress. The waitress smiled coyly at him. He had that effect on women.
“I do. It’s just…you’ve never even met any of my friends. They don’t believe you exist.” She chuckled joylessly.
“I will meet them soon. I promise.”
Susan knew Tom was lying. He would go weeks without calling or texting, then would reach out to her, out of the blue, like tonight. One day he would stop contacting her at all. And she would learn on social media that he was engaged to some perfect woman. Some woman he was probably already dating. A woman from the right family, with the right looks who had gone to the right schools. Not an “average” woman like her. He’d actually called her that to her face once, “average,” as though it were a compliment.
She should stand up right now and walk away, like a heroine in some chick flick. A true girl power moment. But she wouldn’t. Sitting across from this man, this gorgeous man, even in this hole in the wall, she was more than average.