"What! He's breaking up with you?" He stood up, almost unbalancing the table. She stared down into her lap, tense.
"You're making a scene..." She whispered.
He still stared down at her, going red. "I'll murder him. Why the frick would he dump you? You're... you're amazing! Any guy that has you is the luckiest man in the world, and he's just throwing you away!..."
A tear fell on her hand, then another. Then she was crying silently, curling in on herself.
His fists clenched, then he snarled, hitting the wall so violently it left a dent. She flinched, avoiding his eyes. He paced around the table and took her hands, watching her face turn aside in shame.
"Lori. Look at me."
She whimpered something, sucking in a breath.
"I'm sorry, okay? It's just, he did this to you." His face went hard, and she shut her eyes.
Then he was gone. She brought a fist up to her eyes and blew out a breath, trembling.
The waiters were there then, one examining the wall and the other asking if she were okay. She nodded, wanting to be alone. Surrounding customers were still staring, but table by table, they returned to existing conversations.
And she was alone.