Who: John Murphy and Cora Hale What: He's grabbing a bite to eat, they're probably both being snarky. When: Friday afternoon Where: Off Broadway Taproom Warnings: None, yet Status: Closed/Match-up/On-going
Murphy had been in town long enough -- just over two years, he'd realized the other day -- to have more than his share of specific tendencies. He was pretty predictable when it came to certain things, which was why he'd decided that eh, why the hell not, might as well try something new -- rather, somewhere new -- and go to the Off Broadway Taproom for lunch instead of one of the other like three places he always went. He wasn't old enough to drink, so that was out -- not that it stopped him in some situations, but this was in public and people kind of frowned on that sort of thing -- but he'd heard the food was good.
Once he was settled in at a table and looking at a menu, he pretty quickly realized that oh hey, deciding was going to be a lot harder than he really thought it was.
Which was exactly why he caught the attention of the first employee that walked past him. "Hey, do you mind giving me your opinion on something? I can't make a decision here."