15 minutes later and empty plates are being taken away by the waiters.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” I tell Lorenzo and he nods towards the direction of it and I walk off.
After pissing in the handicap stall I look into the mirror to make sure my makeup up is still in good shape, then I find myself staring at my reflection for too long.
Why doesn’t my face look like my own? It’s like I’m looking at a different person. I mean don’t get me wrong. I look hot or whatever, but... different.
I shrug it off and walk out of the bathroom. I sit in my seat when suddenly a woman starts going bat s**t crazy on the other side of the table.
“What the f**k is going on with me?” She says looking at her arms and waving her hand around. Watching it intensely.
“Oh my God, oh my God! I think I need t
