Day 61.

With her painted on confidence,
she continued.
She sat where she always sat.
She ordered what she always ordered.
She drank what she always drank.
She gazed around the room,
avoiding eye contact with everyone. 
She could feel them looking at her,
judging her.
She didn't need to engage their stares to prove it.
The butterflies were very active today.
More than usual.
Good sign? Bad sign?
She had learned long ago that they were often one in the same. 
She waited.
She ate.
She drank.
She never wanted to be in this position, yet here she was.
Drinking.
Eating.
Waiting.