999 Henry St, Brooklyn, New York
Going to a restaurant on her own always felt weird to Aisling. If she wasn't getting too much attention (read: any attention at all) at a counter seat, it was being overly conscious of the fact that she was one person sitting at a table meant for four. Normally she preferred the latter, but today she'd been given no choice except sitting at said counter. She'd almost turned around and walked out when she'd learned that.
But Aisling was hungry, she was getting tired of burgers and pizza, and this place had good reviews and a lunch menu that wasn't too expensive. She could afford to treat herself now and then - especially now that she had a paycheck that could actually accommodate for that sort of thing.
Besides, letting herself be defeated by something as minimal as basic human interaction? She didn't need some kind of virtual death curse to engage in small talk, and there was always the option of pulling out a phone and looking like she had something more important to focus on.
Aisling had a lot of practice.
For now, though, there was a menu to skim through, and the eternal war between picking things that were cheap and picking things that were tasty. Hah, now there was something not even "Ash" could solve...
@Hanno Futaba
