The young woman who had taken Ahorta's order had made a mistake. While Ahorta clearly ordered a Tea, the waitress brought out a Long Island Tea. While Ahorta's sunken face and ever-present face mask suggested she wasw old enough to order one of those, she was shocked to taste the distant smell of alcohol lingering in the air. It was somewhere near, somewhere close by. Perhaps the older couple eating dinner across the room were the culprits, had they ordered wine? Or perhaps someone had opened a bottle in the back, just to have some before they officially closed. Whoever it was, they were disturbing her peace. The waitress returned with Ahorta's Tea and appetizer, complimenting her choice on the mahi mahi tuna. Ahorta glared at her as she paced off and stared down at her food with a sigh.

Lately, she had been growing a bit more trusting of restaraunt food, but only a bit. She pulled out a small bag she had been carrying with her and extracted plenty of testing kits and formulas, laying them all beside her food. First, she tested the sauce meant for the mahi mahi tuna and she put a few drops in the solution and shook it lightly. It returned negative for most common poisonings. Next she took the tuna, squeezed it between her gloved fingers to force some of the juice of it into the same solution in a different test tube. She repeated the same routine, finding it also negative for any common form of poison. Finally, she tested her drink, testing only for poison, but it too, came out negative.

Leaning back in her booth, she relaxed a little, exhaling her air as she put everything back and tucked it beside her again. She would need it for the main dish in just a moment, but the coast was clear for now. Wiping her gloves off with her napkin, she grabbed a fork and took a bite of her mahi mahi, dipping it in the sauce before putting it in her mouth and slowly chewing. It was good, it was very good in fact. She took a few more, nearly eating half of them before turning her attention to her drink and bringing it to her lips. The cold liquid touched her with a stinging, cold feeling and filled her mouth right as the scent filled her nostrils. The scent threw her off first along with the sting from the sip and she dropped the glass from her grip and spat out the alcohol.

In an instant, she had thrown herself out of the booth, hurdling towards the bathroom as the alcoholic beveridge rolled off the table and onto the floor, continuing to pour its contents every which way. She caught herself at the sink and turned it on, flushing the taste and smell of alcohol from her, but it had spilled on her clothes and she hurried to wipe them clean. "What's wrong with you?! You checked everything but alcohol! Now look what you've done! You're covered in it! You've got it everywhere! You can taste it on the tip of your tongue, licking every inch of your mouth with poison! Poison! It's up your nose! It's soaking through your gloves!" she began mildly yelling at herself, the sound only muffled by her irregular breathing and heaving. Her face mask was around her neck, also soaked with alcohol and she could feel the tears forcing their way out of her skin along with acidic sweat from the panic attack she could feel overwhelming her. Suddenly, she threw her hand on the mirror and looked up, expecting to see half of her face melted off as if alcohol were acid. Nothing was amiss, she was just wet and her hand returned to keep trying to wash it all off of her, leaving a print that had eaten through the glass and showed the light background of the structure holding the glass in its place. She had been betrayed. Humans could never be trusted!

Henrietta had been a bit hungry, so she stopped by a restaurant she passed by while shopping. The brunette walked inside with a smile on her face and glanced around the place. It was cute and seemed very nice, but the woman at the counter stared at her for a moment before quickly glancing away. Henri blinked, confused by the woman, but then realized it must’ve looked weird since she still had a bit of a baby face and she was all alone...in New York. Embarrassed, her face turned red and she headed over to a table and sat down as she waited for someone to come take her order.

As she sat alone, the girl twiddled her fingers underneath the table. She glanced and attempted to make eye contact with the woman at the counter. When she caught her eye, Henrietta smiled and she smiled back. She walked over to her table with a notepad in her hand. “Hi, I’m Marianne. I’ll be your waitress today. Can I take your order?” The teen set her purse on the table. “Hello Marianne. Hmm…can I have a Pepsi? Well, unless you don’t have it.” The waitress nodded. “We have Pepsi. Oh, do you need a menu?” Henri nodded back.

Marianne walked back holding a menu and a Pepsi after a few minutes of absence. The woman set both things on the table and then she gave Henri a forced smile. “I’ll be back in a minute or two.” The brunette nodded once more and then opened the menu after taking a drink of Pepsi. She smiled to herself when the sweet liquid hit her tongue. Her finger ran down the list of food until she noticed steak with mushrooms and onions. Her smile widened and she brought her gaze back up. When the waitress noticed this, she walked back over. After giving her order to the woman and she went back to the kitchen, the girl decided she had to go to the bathroom.

Henrietta swung open the bathroom door and walked in. The first thing she noticed was another girl standing at the sink. She was yelling at herself and seeming to be freaking out. The brunette stopped in her tracks and looked at her for a moment, before making her way towards one of the stalls.