Talia finished her cigarette and walked back into the restaurant. The crowd was thinking out and she only had one table left. A well dressed man in his 30s dining with an elegant woman in her late twenties or early thirties. They were clearly on a date.
She glanced around the restaurant. She saw Jimmy White, the bartender, straightening up liquor bottles. The other server was attending to his last table. He was a skinny flamboyant man in his early twenties. The table had an elderly woman dining with a middle aged couple.
Talia pulled up the app. She decided to select the woman at the table on her date. The sentence read “A 29 year old woman enjoying a third date and eating scallops.”
Talia pondered what she could do with the app. The table had annoyed her with their attitude. She decided it might be funny to replace “scallops” with “pussy.”
She blinked. The woman was no longer seated at the table, but Talia could see her legs poking out from under the table.
The man at the table was now leaned back in his chair, his face flushed and his eyes rolled back in his head. His features looked softer and more feminine, and his body was sleeker. Talia giggled, putting together what must have happened.
She switched the target of the app to the elderly woman. “A 77 year old woman who needs to use the bathroom soon.”
Talia switched “year” with “week.” Like that, the woman was gone, replaced by a child in a high chair. The woman at the table looked at the child and wrinkled her face. She pinched her nose and waved her hand, as if she had just smelled something rotten. “I think we need to change her diaper” the woman said. The man at the table nodded and picked up the child and headed towards the bathrooms.
The man at Talia’s table suddenly let out a series of pleasured moans and slammed his hand on the table. He was breathing heaving. The woman crawled out from under the table, looking a bit confused. Her face was moist and her makeup runny, as if it had just been buried somewhere damp.
Talia pondered her next move