Nina practically trotted over to the window seat with her sandwich, and then wolfed it down, leaving a trail of marinara sauce down her chin. She gulped down her Coke before wiping it away with a napkin and then disposing of the evidence. She left the sandwich shop and crossed the road to the restaurant where they were due to meet. She gave the false name he always used for their reservations and was shown into the dining room. Here she was sat down at the best table and handed a leather-bound menu. She poured water from the pitcher in the centre of the table and then waited.
And waited.
She would order the avocado salad today, no dressing. And she would leave the avocado. If he thought she was eating again, if he thought she might start gaining weight...
Nina's phone buzzed in her handbag. She fished it out and answered it. He would be late. He wasn't coming. Something had happened. Gillian was back from her skiing trip. She wanted to have lunch. She wanted to be taken shopping on Rodeo Drive. He would be late back to the studio. He was sorry. He would make it up to her. He would buy her something special. Nina fixed a smile on her face and told him not to worry. She understood. She would head back to the studio now and make his excuses.
She hung up and left a tip, even though she hadn't ordered anything. It was her own fault, really. Why did she keep falling for men who were so good to their wives?
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