“Are you Maddie?” a deep, gravelly voice asks from right in front of me. Still bent over the table, my eyes dart up and I find myself staring at the front of a person’s jeans. A man’s jeans. His crotch. Holy hotdogs, I’m staring at a crotch that’s level with my table. Letting the straw release from between my lips, I slowly bring my eyes up. And up. And up. This man is… huge.
