Natasha wakes up

I awoke in the morning hoping the previous day had been a dream. I was going to wake up in my loft apartment, on my silk sheets. Of course it had all been too real. I awoke to my pink, blaring room. I was still in the silly school girl's dress. Which meant it had all been real. The village, number 2 the strange white orb and... I couldn't think about what happened after that.

Instead I arose, slipped on another pair of horrible plastic shoes and headed out the door. I tried not to look in the mirror, but as I rushed out I caught a quick glimpse. I looked even worse then yesterday. All my makeup had been washed off, and my hair was a wreck. That ignoring the fact that i was dressed like a fucking 6 year old... I didn't want to dwell on it. I hurried out the door into the street. I hadn't eaten in I didn't know how long, at least a day. Starving, I headed towards the nearest cafe and sat at a table.

A server approached, a blonde guy about my age. I started to order, but he interrupted me.

"hey, your 6 right? Yeah, i saw you yesterday at the village meeting!"

I winced and looked away. The village meeting must have been where that orb thing dropped me off. Dropped me off NAKED. when this guy said he saw me he really meant it!

I felt my cheeks blush with embarrassment. Somehow, this made me even more embarrassed. I prided myself on my ability to conceal my emotions. It was a vital part of being a spy, a trick I had mastered years ago. But after one day here I was blushing like a shy school girl!

"what are you having cutie?" the guy asked.

He didn't say "cutie'" like I was used to hearing it. He said it in a condescending way. Still, I was grateful he changed the subject from my "reveal" yesterday.

"I'll take the spinach omelette, hold the cheese. I'd like a mineral water as well, still in the bottle, and a glass of Chardonnay." I figured a drink might help calm me down.

"oh come on 6, you know I can't serve **** to minors." he said disapprovingly.

"A minor?! Do I look like a minor to you?" I shouted, once more losing composure.

"you're 6, that means you got a long way to go before you're ready to drink"

"My name's not 6! Besides, does that mean 2 is 2 years old?"

"that's different" the guy said, growing cold at the mention of 2. "But I'll play along if you want: do you have your I.D. on you?"

I just glared. Of course I didn't! this stupid outfit didn't even have pockets!

"No? well, then no wine."

"fine." I said, waving him away. Probably would've been a shitty bottle anyways.