SARA
I shrugged. Carlotta clearly knows I can't eat alone. She will have to suffer the consequences of leaving me to eat all by myself self when we get home.
I sat down at the restaurant, looking at my food unable to eat. I tried picking up a spoon but I could only get on strand of my pasta. Maybe I should have just ordered in. I was still contemplating about the food when the waitress came to check on me.
“Good afternoon ma,” she said with a smile.
“Good afternoon,” I responded, smiling back.
“Is the food not too your liking ma'am?” She asked, looking a bit worried.
“It is, I am just a picky eater,” I said trying to cover up.
“Okay, we can make you something else if it's not to your liking.”
No problem, I'm fine with this. You may leave.”
“Okay ma,” she said with a bow then left
