"Is everything alright, dear?" the waitress asks, startling me from my thoughts.

I look at her for a moment, trying to decipher what she just asked me. 

"Do you not like the croissant?" she repeats, 

pointing at the half-eaten croissant on my plate that I ordered 15 minutes ago.

"Oh no, it's not that," I try to explain, 

"it's just that, it's not the same, eating them without her."