Untitled

You’d come into this restaurant many times with not much out of the ordinary. You sit down, order your lunch special, and mindlessly scroll on your phone until you are ready to head back to your job. Yet, this day would be different. The doorbell rings, you look up to see her. Everything about her is big and beautiful. She was wide, not so much to be labored in moving, but jiggling ever so slightly with each step. Her height was taller than the average woman, topped with long brown hair and big, gold hoop earrings. You could see the outline of her belly sticking out modestly through her waistline. Examining her for slightly longer than you should have, you turn back to your phone, peeking up every now and then to watch her movement.

Luck is on your side — the waiter seats her not too far from you, a perfect sight line. Glancing back down, you try to act casually, eating every now and then, viewing her, checking your phone, back to her. You overhear her order, an appetizer, a few plates of food, and dessert. The average person would have left with a couple takeout containers of leftovers, but you watch as plate after plate comes out, and then she starts. The appetizer disappears in minutes, fork moving steadily, methodically, like she's barely aware it's there. It was barely any time at all before the first plate was gone. A quick look away to not draw attention. Looking back and the second plate was nearly half way finished.

Your waiter comes by, asking for anything else. You pause a moment, pointing to the menu as you tell them to order a few slices of cake toward her table. They acknowledge, writing down the order and disappearing. You smile slightly, wondering what will happen if you stay a little bit longer to watch. Back over to her table and she is left there, slightly troubled breathing as her hand starts to rub her belly. What you wouldn’t give to go over and help her out. Just as she is wiping her face, the few slices of cake come out. Avoiding any sort of engagement, you leave your pay on the table and head out the restaurant. Ideas run through your head about what she could be thinking. You head to your car and sit for a moment, wondering how long it would take until she finishes.