Brian and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Distracted by what was on everybody else's plates, and calculating whether or not he could steal a fry off Ellie's without destroying her artwork, Brian swung into a vinyl booth off to the side, banging his thigh in the process. The thunk was loud. He covered his face and groaned into his hands, willing away the pain. A waitress came by with a glass of water and a laminated menu, for which he was grateful. He ordered a cup of black coffee and a glass of water, made a quick scan of the tri-fold, and asked for a western omelet with a bottle of hot sauce and an extra side of bacon. Once that was done, Brian picked up a straw and tapped one end against the table. He was feeling really smart for having an extra set of clothes in his car for full moons. The suit was gone, replaced with a Velvet Underground t-shirt, jeans, and vans. He tossed a hoodie in the windowsill.