Cafe Lukes, Post-Homecoming Dance
Karla and Warren had left the dance early, but still managed to be the first ones at the restaurant--no thanks to Warren, to be certain. She let them in with her key, showed him her office where she worked keeping Priestly's books (including a stack of receipts she was sure he'd be proud of) and then let them into the dining area proper, flicking on lights as they went.
"Priestly's promised to cook for us," she informed Warren, pushing a few of the tables together. "Has he cooked for you yet? He's amazing! They should be here any moment! And then he can show you his freezer!"
It was more impressive than it sounded, Warren. Really.
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"Priestly's promised to cook for us," she informed Warren, pushing a few of the tables together. "Has he cooked for you yet? He's amazing! They should be here any moment! And then he can show you his freezer!"
It was more impressive than it sounded, Warren. Really.
[Posted for a merry group of people, but open!]