At the mall, they entered a small, budget-friendly Mexican restaurant. The bright decor and cheerful music felt at odds with Brianna’s apprehension. When the waitress came to take their order, she ordered one plate of Quesadilla, knowing that she couldn’t afford a second plate even if she wanted to.
When the waitress asked what else they would like to order, Brianna hesitated, her cheeks burning as embarrassment crept over her. She gripped the edge of the table, her mind racing through excuses that might soften the situation.