Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Biting back a laugh, she shook her head. “I think you would’ve been able to tell that by now,” she remarked, wrinkling her nose with amusement.
As Brian went to set the bottle of hot sauce down it wouldn’t go, instead it began to hover a bit above the surface of the table. Then it began to rotate slowly, showing off the label and then the calories and ingredients, before setting itself down in the spot it had been retrieved from. She fixed her gaze upon him for reaction, hoping for the best.