“Lea, who is that supposed to be?” I softly asked while pointing to her picture.
She stared at her drawing before looking back at me, and with a poke to my arm, she commenced her giggling; an indicator saying “That’s supposed to be you!” I laughed along with her as I countered the poke with several tickles. She continued to laugh avidly as a waitress came upon our table.
“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing?” She cooed to the Lea.
Lea quickly hid behind me as she heard the foreign voice of the woman in front of us.
“Sorry about that; she can be a bit shy at times.” I told the woman.
“No worries, so would you guys want to start out with some drinks?”