"Number 63, your meal is ready." The familiar voice of the cafeteria lady came from behind the pickup counter. She looked down at the meal card in her hand. It wasn't mine, so why had they skipped me...? Was she doing it on purpose? I don't think I did anything to upset her... It was so strange. Hearing one number after another being called, she anxiously waved her arms. "Wait! I haven't picked up my meal yet!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
