Catch of the Day
I tug at the cuffs of my long-sleeved shirt, to pull them past my wrists, hiding the ugly marks on my arms. Normally, I’m not very self-conscious about my scars anymore—it’s been almost ten years since I put them there—but normally, I’m not quite so invested in a customer’s opinion of me.
“Hi.” I shoot her a quick glance, and settle my eyes back on the counter top, picking up a cloth to wipe away some unseen smudge.
“Hey,” she says, smiling in her easy manner.
“The special again?” I ask, “Or would you like to look at the lunch menu?”
“The special,” she replies, taking a seat at the counter and pulling out her phone to entertain herself, while I hand her order off to the kitchen.
I take this brief opportunity to study her again. It’s one of my guilty pleasures, traci
