With my elbows on the table and my knuckles under my chin, I watched the ice cream slowly drip down the side of the cake, as we waited for the waiter to bring an extra plate. My stomach full of ravioli and veal. We discussed whether we would go to the bar or just go home and get in bed and watch TV. The piano music playing softly from the speaker overhead. Plants in vases hanging from ropes swaying softly, even though there was no wind inside the restaurant. The clinking of plates in the kitchen. Other diners conversing in the other room.