Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Her cheeks lit up instantly. Ellie flushed, bit at her lip and the hot sauce bottle clattered clumsily to the tabletop. It almost landed in Brian’s plate and she winced, then picked it up and set it in its spot as if nothing happened.
She smiled a bit humbly, “Yeah, that was me. I think you’d just have a bite and a bruised arm, not recommended.” She didn’t think she would ever bite anyone and she felt like, because of that shout over her shoulder from somewhere, that her secret may be out.