Celia

“What does a girl have to do to get fed around here?” I stared at the menu and tried not to let my frustration show. The place was busy, but the waiter hadn’t even come over to ask if I wanted a drink yet. But with every booth filled, it was hardly his fault, was it?

I waited a few more seconds, then I sighed as I put the menu down. I put it down hoping that he’d know I was ready to order.

“That’s a good idea. He’ll come over now. Mind if I sit with you? The place is full.”

I looked up as the sound of a feminine voice beside me broke through the noise in the diner. “Pardon?”

“I asked if I could join you?” I’m starving!?” She slid into the booth on the other side and put her arms up on the table, her hands crossed. She had medium brown curly hair and green eyes that now begged me to answer her one and only prayer. She was cute, pretty even, and she looked ordinary enough. Not a threat.

“Sure, that sounds alright.” The waiter came just as I agreed, and I ordered what I wanted. He turne