*feels his appetite dwindling away to almost nothing and, rather brusquely, sends his starter away* *rests his chin on his hand (curled into a fist) and closes his eyes briefly, as though he is in pain*
*wishes that he could order a glass (or a bottle) of wine or a shot of liquor (straight) and feels almost savagely angry that he cannot while you are here and you will see and judge him (and Eru forbid that he should lose the break-up quite so spectacularly, quite so soon)* *eventually, orders an orange juice, mostly to have something to do while he's waiting for the steak he probably won't eat*
*looks across at you again, as discreetly as he is able, and, oh, have you even noticed him? (and, oh, that stings even more than you being here in the first place)*