Breakfast

I met her at the theater. During the interval she nodded at me; I went up to her and sat beside her. I hadn’t seen her for a long time, and if I hadn’t heard her name, I probably wouldn’t have recognized her.
— How many years it’s been since we last saw each other! — she said with a smile. — Time flies! Yes, we don’t get younger. Do you remember our first meeting? You invited me to have breakfast…