Day 23: Write a short story set in a restaurant, where a character orders their favorite food and the other orders the same thing. One of the character ends up leaving before the story ends.

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"So, Angela, how have you been?" He settled into his chair, pushing his sleeves up above his elbow for more comfort. She adjusted her hat nervously, hands fiddling around with whatever she owned.

"I've been doing pretty well, I suppose. Nothing very interesting." She responded. "How have you been. Vince?"

With that clear opening, he began talking about himself, his life, everything that he hadn't told her on their first date. She found her eyes wandering, completely bored out of her mind.

"Hello! I'll be your server for today. What would you like to order?" A man asked, arriving at their table with a little flourish. She pretended to pick up the menu to look, but she already had a good idea of what she wanted.

"Can I get the shrimp scampi?" She whispered to the server. A look came across Vincent's face but she didn't notice.

"Of course, milady. Might I recommend a nice white wine to go with your pasta?" But as the server finished speaking, Vince grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him down. Angela could do nothing but stare in horror as her date threatened the waiter for doing his job.

"Vince! Why would you do something like that?" She blurted out the second the man scurried off. He puffed up like an angry peacock, eyes wild.

"Why wouldn't I do that? He was coming onto you! What did you expect me to do? Let him?" They sat in silence for a few awkward moments before he seemed to come to himself.

"Nevermind that now. Lets try to enjoy our evening. Ah! The food is coming." A new waiter was arriving with their food and she felt her mouth begin to water.

"Bon apetit!" He said. To her surprise, the waiter revealed two trays of shrimp scampi.

"I didn't know you liked shrimp scampi. Actually, I thought you hated it." She commented to him as she lifted her fork to eat. A frustrated scowl crossed his face.

"I do." He muttered. She raised an eyebrow and lowered her fork.

"Then why in the world would you get it?" She asked.

"I wanted to feed it to you!" He bit out angrily. She stared at him confused.

"What ever made you think that I would enjoy something like that?" Now it was his turn to look confused.

"I'm sorry?"

"What makes you think I would like getting spoon fed?" He stuttered some poor excuses and she felt her tired, unwilling mind just quit. "You know what? I think I'm going to leave now. I'm sorry. You tried, but this night has just been.... I'm sorry..."

He watched in utter surprise as she picked up her bag and ran from the room, leaving two untouched plates of shrimp scampi and him alone.