10 2002 |
"A number twelve, no tomatoes, and I'll have one of these," she said, gesturing to a bottled water.
She turned and spoke to me; I can't remember what she said, but I remember looking into her eyes.
The cashier forgot her change, interrupting my order.
I restarted, "a number four, no tomatoes, and a Mello Yello."
"No tomatoes!" she exclaimed, punctuated with a high-five.