Brian, Ellie, Gabe, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
It was like watching a tennis match: her gaze would go from Brianna to Gabe and back, then to Brian when he chimed in. She laughed at the race car bed, throwing Brianna a wink and a shrug.
To Gabe, Ellie smiled warmly, “I promise there are no race car beds in your future. We will make the place look nice.” She needed to get to the hotel and look at the place to be wholly sure but it wouldn’t be too long before then.
And then to Brian she turned and offered a teasing shrug as if she weren’t sure he wasn’t seriously considering the race car bed even though she knew better.