Brad, Lane and Open - Stools
“Full American Breakfast it is!” Lane smacked the counter with a palm jubilantly and then turned to flag down a waitress. Using his kindest tone and best smile he ordered them both some food. Sometimes he forgot to eat regular things but once in a while he did get an odd craving. This was one of those moments.
“Thanks,” he told the waitress who nodded after getting their requests. When she was gone he turned back to Brad and winked, “What else do you get up to around here?” He wasn’t usually so friendly with his laundromat clients but he couldn’t help the curiosity.