Dinner for one

She waited for him. And waited for him. And waited for him. Taking her time with her cocktail till all the ice melted and it barely resembled what had been hand written on the chalkboard as that nights signature libation. She asked for more time twice before ordering the appetizer size grilled octopus, cause he may just be behind she thought. Cause their might be an incident on the subway, Cause the battery in his car may have, without any recent provocation m, died. She cut the octopus and chewed slowly, knowing without doubt, that none of this things were true. And when the last bite of the octopus was gone and the plate had been cleared, although she knew it would only be her, and though she could barely understand the rest of the entrees on the board, much less afford them, against all her better judgement she ordered the venison chops, blueberry jus. Not entirely sure what venison is, not particularly liking blueberries and having entirely no idea what jus consists of. She smiled at the waitress when she holaced her order. Sure that if she just brought her lunch to work for all of next week she could find the $65 for the chops of deer. “Deer?” She said tot the waitress when she sought clarification after her first magnificent bite that was savory, and Smokey and that was so how at the back of her palate like black earth. Undercut by the subtle sweetness of the blueberries. “”Like Deer in the woods? Like the cute deer?” She asked. “ yes, sorry?”said the waitress, unsure as to exactly what she was apologizing for. “Is it not to your satisfaction?”