Lee shakes her head, looking down at the table, some of her hair coming loose. She doesn't believe any of that, and it's not a self-esteem issue, it's like trying to look at your own nose. You can't see things that are that close to you.
The waiter takes this extremely inopportune moment to return. “Can I get you two started with anything?”
Lee puts the menu down with her hands flat on the table, looking up, too tired to be anything but candid. “I will be honest with you, I don't know how to say any of this except spaghetti.”