Lonely Observations
I sat there at my corner table in the crowded restaurant, just slightly out of reach of the light, shining from the glistening chandeliers overhead. I fiddled with the stem of my champagne fluke, looking out at the people all around me, trying to truly see them. No. Not see, observe. I was sat here in this restaurant trying to observe every detail about the people around me.
A man three tables down had been cheating on his wife
Another man in the opposite corner was planning on proposing to his girlfriend
An older woman at the bar was flirting with her toy boy boyfriend; He's only using her for her money
But these aren't people I'm observing. These were relationships, these came easy to her; they were her domain. Though admittedly she had always been better at breaking relationships than making them. I picked up my phone absentmindedly from the table, carefully scanning the bar at the top of the lock screen for any notifications or messages, of which there were none. Sighing as I placed the phone back on the table I began to look around again, this time trying to focus more on the individuals the than the individuals' relationships. However my lack of certainty in my deductions quickly led me, for the third time that night, to give up on my activity. Despite my mental capabilities to be able to deduce the crowds in front of me my brain clearly didn't want to make the connections between what IU was seeing and what I was observing.
Picking up my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that night, though it couldn't have been more than the twelfth, I typed in the four letter code the phone wanted for it to be enabled to unlock before I made my way to the messages section. Scrolling through the hundreds of texts I had sent Sherlock Holmes however, gave me no satisfaction, he never answer; and he never would. Yet pure stubbornness caused me to own up the "New Message" section of the phone before leisurely typing in:
To: Sherlock Holmes
I'm Hungry. Let's have dinner
A text I had sent many times before with no reply. Still, part of me hoped that this time would be different. Sitting back in my chair I once more turned my gaze to stare at the people surrounding me. Once again I prayed I would be able to unlock the secrets of their live in their appearances and actions.
After all… Brainy is the new sexy.