*I look around the crowded restaurant; no tables are available.**The hostess says,* We have a twenty minute wait. *It's been such a long day of shooting for my second cover of Cosmopolitan magazine and I we worked through lunch; I don't want to catch another uber to try somewhere else.* I'll wait for a table,*I say. But then, a stranger seated alone at a table for two starts waving at me and pointing to the empty chair my stomach growls.* Looks like I have a seat, now, *I tell the hostess.**I nod at the stranger, approach the table, then seat myself.* Thank you; I see you haven't ordered, but it looks like you're finished with your menu... may I? *I gesture toward the menu.*