THE GUARD LIPS MOVED. “Please, wait here.”
We stood in the doorway. Placement cards with our names written in a gigantic font sat in the center of the table. One by one, they escorted us to our assigned tables. We made our way around a labyrinth of tables until we got to the one that said, Setaphire.
“Thank you.”
The guard smiled. I took my seat and did my best to brace myself. Uncomfortableness was about to hit me like a ton of bricks. I directed my attention away from me and onto the room. The tables were unconventional colored desks joined to form large tables, squares, and rectangles. It didn’t faze me. I had grown accustomed to seeing the three notorious colors.
The size of your party determines if you will eat at the square or rectangular table. I sat at a rectangular table. Ther
