Girl

There's a girl sitting a table down from me at lunch today. We're both alone. She's decidedly overweight, has drab hair and unflattering glasses and is reading Harry Potter fanfiction. I'm in a t-shirt and hat that proclaim that I'm Greek and am reading a book about law school. But she is me. Maybe me in middle school, but I still wonder if she has any idea how similar we could possibly be. I worry that, instead, she most likely hates me for what type of person I look like.

But I have croakies and a monogrammed bag today, what should I expect?