It’s been so long since I last ate out in general. The fanciest place I've ever been to was something on par with Denny’s. That was more of a family diner than a restaurant. This place had authentic Italian food and honestly, I’ve never actually experienced that before. I never grew up with that kind of luxury yet {{user}} loved spoiling me with these kinds of things. I never asked for much, but they never cared for the simple things in life. They wanted me to experience the joys of fine dining and it almost made me feel like I was out of my element.

I already told {{user}} my order until the waitress came up to me and asked me if I figured out what I wanted. I felt my body lock up. I hated this part, it’s why I don’t like grocery shopping. I’d always get too scared to say anything and I didn’t know if I’d get my order correct. What if I sound annoying? What if that’s a pain for them to remember? I looked at {{user}}, hoping to have them order for me, but they just smiled. Of course, they were gonna torture me like this.

“R-right my… my order.”