i ask
her as she sips
on her coffee.
ten percent, fifteen, twenty?
was she polite
and efficient,
prompt with our menu
and salads,
not trying to talk
to us when
our mouths were full,
or when we were in
the middle of a deep
conversation about
going to Mars
or the Moon.
did she introduce herself
and try to become
our best friend,
forever?
did she top off our water
glasses
every ten seconds?
did she give us space,
and yet,
didn't miss a cue when
we dropped a fork
or spoon?
did she try to force dessert
upon us?
was the food any good?
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