"I already have a jumpsuit. Maybe I can add sequins to it when I'm running around in it. I could be the Elvis Devil," Matt replied with an amused grin. The mental image of the double D's on the front of his suit gleaming with sequins was pretty funny. It would never happen, but still.
The waitress brought their drinks and took their orders, gathering the menus from between them. When they were alone again, Matt settled back in his chair.
"I think I might take tomorrow off. What do you think?" It was a rare thing to suggest, he never missed a day of work willingly, but he knew both of them needed a day or two just for them. And he was, technically, the boss.