| Dulce & Lucas do lunch |
[06 Dec 2010|06:15pm] |
Dulce didn't like to eat by herself in public, as a general rule. It always seemed a little silly to take up a whole table by herself when it only took a few minutes to finish her usual lunch of a side salad and a sparkling water, plus people always gave her such awful looks when she ate alone. Maybe they thought she looked lonely or maybe they pitied the small amount of food on her plate but no matter the reason, Dulce didn't like it. Those strangers didn't understand how hard it was to stay thin and beautiful in a city filled with some of the best food in the world - they just didn't understand how hard it was to be in her shoes, that's all. But she didn't like always dining alone either, so occasionally she treated herself to a solitary lunch at the Saligia's in-house restaurant. Technically she was still eating lunch by herself but she felt less lonely when surrounded by the other diners - it gave her an excuse to people-watch and surreptitiously smell the food around her. Perhaps that was a little creepy and she would never admit to doing it but if she couldn't eat it, she didn't see why couldn't get as much enjoyment out of it as she could.
She nudged a piece of lettuce around her plate while the diner at the table to her left enjoyed one of the restaurant's signature steaks. It smelled divine and for a brief moment Dulce closed her eyes and breathed it in. She could almost taste it - obviously loaded with fat and calories and other terrible things but still delicious and so tender. Without realizing it, Dulce let out a very soft sigh; of happiness or of regret, it was hard to tell. She'd indulged in a taste of beef last month and she could just barely still recall the feeling of that single mouthful (not that she'd kept it down, but it was the momentary bliss that mattered) and now her dry salad didn't seem nearly as palatable. Even if the lettuce was perfectly crisp and devoid of calories, there was no denying that lettuce didn't exactly have the same flavorful impact as a single forkful of steak. Frowning slightly, she stabbed the offending piece of greenery with unnecessary force and sighed again. Maybe coming here hadn't been such a good idea.
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