Eggplant

"Arabella ... I've loved you for so long ... Why don't you love me? I had planned to get married with you after graduation ... Why did you leave?" The voice continued.

"Okay. Get married." His friend comforted him very perfunctorily.

"Please marry, marry me." The man seemed to have taken it seriously. He stood up drunkenly, accidentally knocked over the wine glasses and made a mess of cups and plates.

"Hey! Jaquan!" his friend shouted, "You can't drink yourself unconscious in such a place. Wait here. Excuse me for a minute and I'll call a cab to pick you up. Don't walk around."

"Please don't leave me," the man shouted drunkenly, "Arabella ... I love you so much..."

Emma slowly got up and paced to the man's booth.

The man nearly fell asleep at the table. She saw his eyes half-closed with very long eyelashes. He was lying on the table like a child. Feeling someone around him, he reached out and grabbed Emma. Then he slowly opened his eyes.