Seeing their waitress walking towards another table, Leah motioned her over.
“Excuse me. This dish doesn’t have tomatoes in it, does it? I’m allergic to tomatoes.”
“Honestly, ma’am, I don’t think it does, but I will be glad to check with the kitchen,” the waitress said, dismissively turning to walk away.
Patricia’s eyes grew wide as she responded, “I don’t think that will be necessary. We are going to need to the check. Now!”
Leah reached up in horror to touch her cheeks. As she suspected, they felt puffier than normal.
Fuck, she thought, I knew I should have gotten the alfredo sauce.