Every time I eat here, I wonder if she’s still in the restroom.

I watch the cakes orbit on refrigerated turntables, a silent waltz for the ballerinas running omelets and coffee.

Back when she excused herself to the restroom, the hostess was probably still in diapers.

“Table for one, please.”

Ryan R. Latini is a freelance and fiction writer living in southern New Jersey. His fiction and nonfiction have appeared in Funny in Five Hundred, Red Savina Review, and The Schuylkill Valley Journal.