Ask Cindy about the other girls.

You casually sit down with your coffee at a table next to the girls. You smile politely at them. "That looks good," you say, nodding to the plate the girls are sharing. "What is it?"

The group of teens answer in unison. "Mini. Cupcake. Party. Platter!" they all laugh. You feel likee you're missing some kind of running joke, but you don't really mind. They're so sweet and happy.

"Excuse me for asking," you continue, "but are you girls models? Or actresses?" The girls all laugh and giggle.

"No," Cindy shakes her blonde curls, "We're just in high school."

"Really? It's just that you're all so beauitful and glamourous, I figured you must be famous," you say." Cindy smiles. "I'm Mickey."

"Cindy." she says warmly. So innocent.

"Pleasure to meet you, Cindy. And who are your friends?"