A bit later, the waitress comes back with your fries, apologies for the mix-up (the potato was for the table next to you) and asks why you didn't say something.
The people at the table next to you can hear the entire conversation.
The running into the ex one isn't as scary as running into your ex, whom you hate, because they were an absuvie, gaslighting cunt that you never want to see again. If I still loved them, I would probably want to see them.
"I just shit myself and have to go home and shower, then book an appointment for a car detailer. Never getting a burger at the chinese restaurant again."