I leave y'all two to discuss what you want for dinner and I go into the break room a few yards away. When I'm in the corner farthest from the door, I sit on the floor and I take out my wallet and look at the photo of my dad before he passed in the war [color=f6989d]"Don't worry papa... I'll stay strong... for both of us..."[/color] I clench my fists and wipe my tears. I do a touch-up on my makeup and plaster a small, polite smile on before I go back out into the restaurant.