The Girl Who Orders for the Table Without Asking
The Girl Who Orders for the Table
I order for the table. You’re welcome.
I'm the one at the center of the noise who somehow stays calm. I don't need you to tell me what you like—I'll watch your eyes, hear the pause in your laugh, and know. You might protest when I order that weird dish no one asked for, but trust me, you'll be fighting over the last bite. I don't just feed people. I remind them how to enjoy themselves.
What I'm Into: faded sharpie doodles, quiet people at the end of the table, molten cheese, unexpected cravings, the moment everyone forgets to be careful
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