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“Alright, here’s your chips and salsa The enchiladas are co up”

“This in, the lie I a quickly, “but would you join me? I hate to eat alone” Withso that can’t be helped

She givesat the Winnie-The Pooh watch that sits adorably on her wrist A wrist I want to adorn with jewels What the hell is wrong with me?

“Urab your food and I’ll join you,” she says, s s up at me while she’s on her knees for hs That little ss I never have before I want her and I don’t even know her

She sets a plate down in front of me and sits down across froh with steak nachos She pulls a stainless-steel water bottle out of her apron pocket and sets it on the table It’s hot pink and her na I look from her to the table

“What?” she asks

“You bring your own cup?”

“It’s ht it from home when I moved here,” she says I can hear the sadness in her voice

“How long ago was that?” I ask

“Oh, about two days ago” She places her napkin in her lap and picks up her fork to spread sour creaonna want to eat that while it’s hot”

“Right,” I say, roan out loud as the taste of the best enchiladas I’ve ever eaten hits my taste buds

“Right?” she says, nodding at me

“Damn, these are delicious So, tellinto my lunch

“There’s not much to tell I start NYU in the fall, but I a her fork and burying her face in her hands “I don’t knohy I told you that I’ve never told anyone that, not even my twin sister”

“That’s a Tell me more”

“That’s me”

“That’s it?”

“Yep What about you?” she asks before taking another bite

“I’ the truth