I came as something different for every course. Entree: a heron. Mains: a standing lamp. Dessert: a very calm puddle.

Every single time, you sat down next to me and said “oh hey, it’s you.”

HOW. Nobody knows it’s me. My own mum doesn’t know it’s me. You just passed the salt and asked how my week was, like it was obvious.

For the record, after dessert I went back to my true form. You said “that one suits you best.” I think about that a lot.

Didn’t swap numbers. You’ll know it’s me. Apparently you always do.