Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Tucking the packet away, she eyed the offered cherry.
“Oh I was going to eat it anyway,” she remarked, plucking the cherry out of the now stained napkin. It went into her mouth and into the stem survived. There wasn’t any shame, she had a good ten seconds in parameters of the rule.
She pushed Freida toward Brian in case he was suddenly craving the pile of fries she wasn’t going to finish if she wanted to. Instead she took a sip of the milkshake to combat the taste of clean table, sweet strawberry, and salty fries.
“You know what to love about milkshakes? They taste better with fries.”