Excuse Me Mystra, This is an Olive Garden...

Gale wished he could turn invisible but, as it was, he could only shrink into the bench seat. He shouldn’t have come. He didn’t even like the damn restaurant. It had non-authentic Italian food, the waitstaff were typically younger and had no actual want to serve the food. It was such a different experience from the little family owned restaurant that was just down the street from where he lived.But Mystra enjoyed going here. And Gale was wallowing.And there she was with her newest date and Gale was sitting alone in a booth. He knew she would end up seeing him and making some comment. And he didn’t want to seem as pitiful as he certainly looked.