Table 6 (closed)

Het lets his hand fall to her shoulder as she confesses her blasphemous ways. Looking to the sky with with a pious look that doesn't quite hide the amused smirk, he says quietly, "Lord, protect me from this scandalous woman."

When its his turn to order, he orders the breakfast hash. A collection of potatoes, sausage, onions and mushrooms all fried and smothered in shredded cheese. "And coffee, cream and sugar, and absolutely yes on the two straws."

Once the waitress leaves he leans a bit closer, just because he can. "Actually, I'm very picky who I share food with, but when you ordered a shake with the breakfast plate, you made the cut."

Reaching across his lap, his index finger traces a relatively innocent line across her knee. "So how are the knees doing?" He laughs at a sudden thought. "You're gonna have to wear a long skirt to work tomorrow or there's gonna be some awkward questions about how this date went."
 
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