(This is Part Two. You might want to read Part One first. Just saying! - Bre)
I hid behind him as the seater took a long look at us, trying to decide if I was decently enough attired to be allowed in.
It wasn’t a terribly upscale restaurant as far as they go; just a simple steakhouse. But I’m pretty sure they weren’t used to getting women dressed like me in their clientele portfolio. I
Published on May 17, 2019 04:00