Sofia

Sofia idly taps her nail against the table top, restraining herself from checking the time, her thumb scrolling through her phone's Twitter account. The slatted windows of L'Espalier show the bustling Boston nightlife against the setting summer sun.

Her eyes follow the waiter as he elegantly navigates through the sedulously exclusive restaurant. His shoulder-length dark curly hair, immaculate white shirt taught against his body, catching Sofia's interest as for the first and last time she checks the time on her phone before dropping it into her purse.

Rising from the table, she tucks a napkin under her water glass.