"That a veggie burger? Sweet potato chips?"
"Yes. I'm a vegan." She looked interested.
My eyes took in the leather pants she wore, the chocolate milk above her plate.
"Fake, and soy." She answerd before I could question.
"I'm nothing really. I just eat."
She shrugged, her smile fading, and walked away. I watched her get into her new BMW. I almost laughed right there. Those seats were definately not fake. But she was.