Smiling

Tonight, after going to the PAC awards, we went to "Bertucci's". I saw one of the ladies that directs traffic at my former school. She always tells me that I have a great smile and things like that, and when she saw me tonight, she brought the manager over to gaze upon my smile. I, who had just finished cramming pizza in my mouth, smiled, hoping that it wasn't filled with tomato sauce and whatever else they put in there.
Later she brought by a cannoli, tiramasu, and chocolate cake. I reached across the table and took the, correction, MY cannoli. I could get used to this.