>>19059269"Hot chocolate. Water's for CHUMPS."
In response, not-Tierno snaps his fingers at you with a jittery smile, "You got it!"
In spite of trying to keep a persona up, he can't resist moonwalking back to the kitchen, drawing in attention from the rest of the restaurant's patrons.
Serena cocks her head to the side, "Is it just me, or did that moonwalking waiter remind anyone of Tierno?"
"Nah, you're not the only one. I don't even know what he's doing here. Whatever, as long as he doesn't bother us and say 'AWESOME' all the time, I guess."
"Agreed."
The three of you are given enough peace and quiet to hold a qt family conversation while waiting for some hot chocolate, for about five minutes. When those five minutes conclude, a strange individual approaches your table with a cup of piping fudge of his own.
"Excuse me... That empty seat..."He emits from him, a deep voice with a hint of gritty edge behind it, not the ironic kind that's painted and slandered upon everyday, but a genuine layer of roughness, kind of like a guy who's been to war twice and lived to tell the tale. He points at the empty fourth chair in your four-man table, and tries not to look as elusive as possible while doing so.
He sips from his cup of hot chocolate.
"Every other table is full. May I?"A) Sure, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?
B) Send him away.
