You were elegant in a cool dark blue summer dress with spaghetti straps. You had the smallest of possible band-aid strips on the inside of your forearm. I wanted to ask you why? Instead, I asked you what was the name of the dry noodle dish you had ordered. I watched you go for preserved green vegetables and a dark red sauce. You told me the name of the dish, finished your noodles, paid the bill, and left your boy and girl to finish their lunch alone. The girl will look like you when she grows up. Lucky girl.