Sun Over Tacos in Copenhagen

I think to myself: is anyone ever alone anymore? As my phone buzzes and I am surround by couples, groups, families, and I assume the loners are hidden away, tucked away, out of sight. This couple next to me is on a date. The guy is talking, of course, about traveling through Egypt alone. He says, the most difficult thing was eating at night. You just sit there alone, watching people, feeling uncomfortable, then leave ten minutes later and go back to the hotel. All the while, I sit, listening, alone, and consider going back to the Air BnB, keenly aware I’m the only one alone in the whole taco joint, and I think, well, maybe he should’ve brought a notebook to write in, as Texas Sun comes on over the loud speaker.