>>9733399*Sapphire sighs as she sits across from Amy, Sal offers her a menu which she refuses*
>Ugh, I can't believe you wanted to meet me in this shithole of a restaurant. Are you trying to make me sick to my stomach twice in as many days?*Sal tosses her a glare, which she tosses back to him*
>What? Got something to say? How many michelin stars does this place have again... Oh, that's right, ZERO!*Sal turns back around grumbling something about corn, orifices, and shoving, not particularly in that order*
>So... Amy. You said yesterday you had something you wanted to discuss, and i get a text saying to meet you here. What's this all about? 