Imogen
"Do you have straws?" I asked the waitress right before she walked away.
She turned back and smiled at me, patting my hand on the table. "Sure thing, honey. If there's anything else you need, just let me know."
I nodded and then my attention quickly fell back to the array of deliciousness she left for me. I wanted to dive in and eat as quickly as possible, but that was the fastest way to make myself sick. Even though my stomach growled in hunger, I needed to eat slowly and pace myself.
I adjusted one glass and then ripped off the straw wrapper when the server brought back a handful of them and left them all for me.
The soda glass sat to my far left. My system needed the sugar. A tall glass of orange juice rested in the eleven o'clock position and I shoved the straw into it, swi
