Finally, she forced a strained smile and said, “Just the one plate of quesadilla. We’ll all share it.” Her words lingered in the air, and for a moment, she dreaded the waitress’s reaction. The waitress blinked, her face betraying a flicker of surprise before she nodded curtly. “Alright, just one plate then,” she said, jotting it down on her pad.
Brianna held her breath, afraid of a remark or further questions, but none came. As the waitress walked away, Brianna exhaled in relief, though the heat of shame still flushed her face. She glanced at Adrian and Lucy, their excited chatter a bittersweet reminder of how much they trusted her to make the day special.