Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
He was impressed. That table definitely tasted like soap and diluted bleach.
"Yeah," he agreed. "It's like Frosty's. Which is the only reason to go to Wendy's. Putting Frosty's in your fries." He took one off her plate and ate it because he was starving. Brian was always starving. As if he willed it into existence, a hot plate arrived with his omelet and extra bacon. Brian offered her some and picked up a greasy curl of pork. "Mm. Heart disease," he mumbled around it.