There is this woman sitting at a table by herself just a few seats from you. She glances in your direction a few times. Each time, you look away instantly and as nonchalantly as possible. She stands up and walks past you, heading to the bar to purchase another vodka tonic with grenadine. She takes you by surprise on the way back by putting her hand on your back, and saying “I see you are drinking alone as well. Looking for a friend?”
Immediately, you feel the weight coming down on you. You mumble “I was just leaving,” You stand up and exit quickly.