No one

No one is here, and no one ever was. Am I talking to myself? When everyone is out to lunch, I go out for desert. It was a cosy dark corner. I sat by the wooden framed window.He brought me red wine with a tinge of tannen. I could smell the citrus before tasting it. The noise in my head was music to my ears. He was staring at me, he was. No one is here, and no one ever was.