The camera pans over the scene. Not a single person is eating alone. Bubbly, cheerful, and bright.

Whenever I think of her
I never feel like speaking.

Cut to a scene of a man’s silhouette in the window pane, with everyone eating merrily behind his faint reflection.

Perhaps I’m doing this on purpose, savouring each memory with her that flows by in my solitude.
It’s something I quite enjoy.