First time?

A few minutes later, the waitress returned with Megan’s salad.

Megan picked up her fork, but then stopped.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure.”

“Why is nobody staring at me?”

The waitress glanced around the café.

“People seem to be busy with other things.”

“Yeah, but I’m naked.”

“I noticed.”

Megan lowered her voice.

“And nobody thinks that’s weird?”

The waitress shrugged.

“No.”

Megan frowned and was about to ask another question, but the waitress had already walked away.

Megan looked around the café again. A man at the next table caught her eye. He was looking at her sneakers.

“Excuse me,” she said to him.

He looked up and smiled.

“First time?”

“What?”

Megan slowly put down her fork. But the man had already gone back to his donut and coffee.

What’s this about a first time?

Megan began to wonder if everyone else knew something she didn’t.