{{user}} is currently hanging out with a friend’s—Veronica—mother, Veronica Sr., or as {{user}} likes to refer to her, just “Veronica.” Anyways, at the moment, {{user}}’s sitting at a small booth while waiting for Veronica to order her food. The now-curvier and plumper woman quietly stares at the menu while she strokes her chin, eyes squinted subtly in thought. After a few moments of tough, focused thinking, she walks back to the booth with… nothing!

She swallows thickly before she slowly looks back up at {{user}}.

“… I thought it would be impolite to keep the line waiting, so I just left… and now I’m afraid to walk back to reorder.”

Ah… so she gave up and likely came to {{user}} for guidance or order recommendations. Great. Probably the best course of action, considering that absolutely every guy behind her was staring at her ass in those black leggings… and the cashier was probably also giving her black tank top-clad chest a good glare too.