Food first, then decide.

While considering your options, your stomach grumbles again, and you decide to start with a meal. You can always decide while you eat.

Looking around, you remember that the hospital isn't even in your city. Well, you guess you don't have a city now, but it's not a city you're familiar with.

You don't have a smartphone to quickly locate a suitable place to eat; you don't even have pockets or a bag to store your banking documents and discharge papers in! Grumbling to yourself, you just pick a direction and start walking, holding your arms across your body against the chill. It's not freezing; you're not in any danger from the cold, but you're not quite comfortable. You'd definitely prefer a jacket.

Thankfully, your body seems to do the job of remembering how to walk in heels for you, so that's not an issue. The tall shoes even make you feel confident. You imagine people watching you walk so easily in them may even be impressed or jealous.

You pass a number of people on the street. They look at you, they smile, they greet you. Not all of them, but a lot more than you're used to. People in general just seem quite friendly here. Of course, you begin to notice some men leering at you where they think you don't see them, and you remember that you are, in fact, an attractive young woman. Yes, that's a much more likely explanation for the attention.

Once you classify the attention in that way, you have mixed feelings about it. You're pleased, being quite unfamiliar with that sort of attention. As a man, you'd had a healthy appreciation for the female form, and you still do as a woman. You saw yourself in that mirror, you know exactly how appealing you are to the male gaze.

Of course, you also know from experience the kinds of things that are likely going on inside the heads of those men looking at you, and you can't help but blush and walk a little faster. You are not ready to confront your body's sexuality just yet, but you can't deny that it does turn you on a little bit to think someone might be fantasizing about you, wishing they could put their hands on you...

A sudden gust of cold wind rushes past you and pulls you from your train of thought. You gasp and shiver a little. The hospital seriously couldn't have given you a coat or something? You finally spot a sign for a restaurant and go inside, pleased that the interior is comfortably warm. It's a charming little Italian place, just opened for lunch. A dark-haired young woman in a hostess's uniform spots you and approaches with a smile. Her nametag says Amy. "Hi, welcome. Dining alone?"

The smell of food in this place makes you want to drool and your stomach rumbles loudly, much to your embarrassment and Amy's amusement. "Yes, thank you."

She leads you to a small table and hands you a menu. Before you even look at it, you touch her arm and say, "Could you please tell my waiter to bring some bread sticks out right away?"

Amy laughs softly and gestures to an approaching waiter. "Of course, but here he is now. Mike, she would like some bread sticks right away."

You divert your attention to Mike, and suddenly can't help but notice that he's gorgeous. Tall, broad shouldered, handsome. You sit up a little straighter, awkwardly conscious of how the move presents your breasts. He smiles at you. "Sure thing, beautiful." He gives you a set of silverware and a full water glass, and adds, "My name is Mike, and I'll be serving you today. Take a look over the menu and I'll be right back with those breadsticks." he gives you a quick wink and then turns to leave.

You feel a pleasant heat in your face and loins, watching him walk away. 'What the hell was that? Am I actually turned on by that guy?' You aren't even sure if that freaks you out or not. Suddenly it's all very murky.

Amy just laughs again and says, her voice pitched low, "You look like a cute kid, so I'll give you a piece of advice. That guy's not worth it. He's pretty hot, sure, but he's a bit of a misogynist. And he's really selfish in bed. You can do a lot better."

You can only stare at her, eyes wide, for a moment before answering. "Oh. Uh, thanks." Your awkwardness towards all of this is honestly confusing. You're a grown-ass adult. You've had lots of sex. You're not some blushing, inexperienced teenager.

She nods with a smile and turns to leave just as Mike returns with a small basket of soft, warm breadsticks. With all the grace and dignity of a hungry animal, you grab one and tear into it, moaning softly as you chew. "Mm, that's so good."

Mike stands by your table, watching you with an amused smile. "So what's your story, Red? You're either half-starved or you just have some kind of bread fetish. Maybe both." He grins. "Eh, either way."

You swallow the half-breadstick you'd been chewing and take another bite, this time a little slower. "Hungry." you say simply. With him looming at your table, you become very aware at just how big he is. Or rather, how small you are. At least, you're smaller than you are used to being. His presence intimidates you slightly. You glance at the menu and point to a picture of a plate of ravioli. "I want that." You look up at Mike, still grinning down at you with his perfect smile and sexy eyes, and you blush softly. 'Why is he just staring at me?'

"Say please." he teases.

You just stare dumbfounded at him. "What?"

He leans down a little closer to you and actually places his hand on your shoulder, his fingers resting across the back of your neck, "Come on, girl, I want to hear you ask me nicely. You're too cute to be like this; didn't your father teach you any manners?"

You get a whiff of him as he reaches for you: cologne, hair product, cheap soap, aftershave, and a touch of something that must just be him. All kind of jumbled up. It's not necessarily a great smell, but it's undeniably masculine, and he is undeniably attractive.

Your face warms up again and you feel a little rush of nervous excitement spreading from your loins. The way he looks at you is so intense, it's almost intoxicating. You feel very small under his hand.