Self Doubt

Vanessa

“Thank you very much. Good night." I say right after him

“Good night." She responds and immediately walks out.

As soon as she walks out, I am not sure if I should sit to enjoy the food or if I should wait for him to be ready so we can eat together. He just stands there like a statue like he is waiting for something. He is still sporting a tight look on his face and so I choose the former.

I walk to the table and have my seat. I will not be waiting for him. I am so tired. At least he got a drink and a nice customer service on the plane as far as I remember. I did not get a bottle of water and I said nothing because I was too scared to say anything especially as they seemed to be familiar with each other.

I take a fork and dig it into a plate of spaghetti with prawns and I am immediately transported to heaven when the food meets with my tongue. Where in the heavens was this made and who is the Angel that was tasked with the job?

I moan to the taste not caring if I was being watc