Well, so long as heâs stuck âround here, might as well take up that offer. Man, he really hoped he could eat that pie. What would he give for a nice, big, beautiful slice of pie.
...Nah, thereâs no way. That thingâs gonna be loaded with enough butter to make Paula Deen herself cry like a baby. Forget about it, it ainât happening. Maybe he could just get a coffee? Ech.
What Tony expected when he walked in was what he got, more or less. A quaint, homey, greasy little dive, with faded red seats, gum-chewing waitresses, and more grumpy old dudes than you could shake a stick at. No sign of Eddie, though. Guess heâd have to pay outta his own pocket time.
What he didnât expect, however, was somebody to be sitting there with a plate of food tall enough to play Jenga withâ sausages, bacon, eggs, waffles, pancakes, the whole damn garbage plateâ looking like sheâd just been served a piece of lettuce.
Naturally, the only empty seat left in the house was right next to her. That was just his kind of luck, you see.
...Ah, what the hell. When in Rome, right? With a shrug, he plopped himself into the chair, taking care not to disturb the Leaning Tower of Pisa over there. Did she put her bacon and eggsâ on top of her pancakes? Geese Louiseâ
âAh, ânother new face, huh?â Right on time, a plump, curvy, vivacious looking woman saddled up to them from behind the counter. âROSIEâ, huh? Cute name. âWhat can I get ya, handsome?â
Tony grinned, giving his neighbor a bit of a nudge, and said. âI dunno, is there anythinâ left?â
Rosieâ was it short for something, he wondered?â shot the woman one hell of a glare. â...At this rate? Youâll be lucky to get a cuppa coffee.â
Oh, geeze. He didnât mean it like that. Tonyâs smile faltered, but, ever the optimist, he soldiered on. â...Well, hey, whatâs wrong with a cuppa coffee? Lay it on me!â
With another pointed look, and a little huff, the waitress went on her way, leaving him with the woman he may have justâ by total accident! He didnât mean it!â insulted.
â...So, uh, long day ahead of ya, huh?â
