Bitter Truths

The arrival of a new customer stops us. While Maya takes the customer's order, I excuse myself to the restroom. I turn on the faucet and stare at myself in the mirror.

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She's not wrong. I look like an overripe tomato. I blush very easily. I get flustered once I'm caught. I've tried to control my facial expressions and emotions for years, and I've succeeded to an extent, but it doesn't really work