“Just the one today?”
Yvette nodded. She had been known to buy two in the past. A desperate attempt at keeping up appearances, but she knew the second one always ended up in her trash. It was a waste of money and who did she think she was kidding? The cashier knew she always came here alone and she always left alone. And buying a second slice never made her feel less lonely. If anything, seeing that poor, rejected pizza sitting in her trashcan just made her feel more lonely – the discarded pizza seemed to embody how she felt. She was tempted to take a picture of it (OK, don’t tell anyone, but she had taken a picture of it. It was still sitting on her phone and she would sometimes open up the file and look at it), but how sad would that be?
So Yvette took her single slice of pizza and didn’t even wait until she got home to start munching on it.
As she walked, she couldn’t help but overhear two women who were chatting as they walked behind her.
“I don’t trust those things. You just know they’re listening in.”