This kid
whose name
I've already
forgotten
because again,
I don't
know him,
and he's in
my phone as
Football Date Kid,
has dinner planned
at a Mongolian
barbecue.
At least
it's feasible
to say
I'm allergic
to shellfish
and even that
I don't like seafood
to lessen
the amount of
food I can eat.
Too bad
fish is
really good for
COPD patients.
I fill up
a small plate
with some
Potassium-rich
vegetables (yay)
and beef.
Cadence shoots me
a sympathetic look
from where
she's standing
pretty close
to Trey.
I catch sight of
noodles,
which I know are
good for COPD.
I don't know if
I can eat
any of the broths,
but to avoid
looking like
one of those girls who
orders a salad
everywhere,
I pick the
least spicy broth
and pour
some in
my bowl.
We head over
to the grill,
making
small talk.
The date
takes a turn
for the better
when I realize
he's StudCo, too.
We rant
to
each other
about
the general lack of
school sprint,
the stress of
planning big events
(like Merry
and Bright).