Ylenia was in the mood for comfort food and her version of comfort food was Italian cuisine. It had a way of making all of her problems and worries go away. She figured the butter helped, butter and cream was an amazing combination. An both were used in her favorite meal to order. She pushed open the door to the restaurant, debating whether or not she should eat in or head back home. She gnawed on her lip, not sure what to do, as she waited in the line to order. A good fettuccine alfredo with broccoli and chicken sounded delicious, with a side of bread of course. She would need something to mop up all the leftover sauce.
Only someone bumping into her back brought her back to reality and she turned to tell them to be careful, but her words got stuck in her throat. Instead she smiled politely and offered her name. "I'm Ylenia," she muttered with a grin, she was feeling oddly social all of a sudden. An she wasn't quite sure how that had happened.
Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:37 am by Guest
