Steak

Date: 11/25/2018

I am in a Restaurant. We are doing a fundraiser for our club, and I am the organizer. HL comes up to me. He looks so different in light colors. He is wearing a white T-shirt and a beige apron with jeans. I am dressed in a similar way, with a white scoop necked T-shirt, beige apron, and jeans. My hair is up in a bun, stray hairs wispy around my face. I am a little stressed out. HL hands me a steak. He looks at me expectantly. I see the blood in the steak and I look back at HL and realize he has forgotten that I don’t like steak. I comment, “are you sure it is okay to serve it like that? It’s barely cooked.” He looks at me a little confused. We both look around. It’s really busy. “It’s the way it is eaten.” He says simply. “I guess you’re right. And it is obviously popular. This should help our club tremendously.” He relaxes a bit. He tells me I need to take a break for a few minutes. “Are you sure?” I ask. “Absolutely. I’ve got this.” I walk away, glad to have a chance to rest.