We didn't get kicked out.
Yeah, people did stare a little, but the lady who led us to our table didn't as much as blink an eye. I guess she was just used to weirder s**t than a couple of college students dressed up like some crazy circus deserters. Or she just got paid enough to ignore it.
I laughed out loud when I noticed two candles waiting for us on our table. The inside of the restaurant was beautiful, with light colours and yellow Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. Our table stood under one of the huge windows showing the restaurant's little park, now covered thoroughly with snow. I wasn't used to going to places like that, because well, anorexia. I recalled only one time when my parents took me to an elegant restaurant. I was probably around eight or nine and it was on the
