Who: Michelle Webster and Joel Miller What: Random Encounter (Match-Up) When: Tuesday Night Where: Red on Main, Michelle's restaurant Warnings: None, probably Status: Incomplete
Michelle was covering the front of the house while the young woman who worked as the greeter was on her break. She had a legal pad propped on the podium, calculating prices. She'd recently corresponded with a young man who had suggested a 'werewolf special' to her. Well, he'd wondered why place other than Hinkle's didn't have something like that, and she'd engaged him.
It wasn't a bad idea. She knew there were quite a few werewolves in Madison, and they weren't the only people who had fast metabolisms and ate rather more than the average citizen. The trick was figuring out how to acquire the food from her suppliers at a price that let her make a profit on the special. She'd spent the last couple of days talking to suppliers--and potential suppliers--about just that, and she was just about ready to pull the trigger.
She wouldn't reprint the menus yet. A paper insert noting the special would have to do, at least until she learned whether it was worth keeping--
Michelle looked up as a man walked through the door. "Welcome to Red on Main," she said. "Can I help you?"