“People are staring at you.”

Dustin jingled his keys again.

“If there’s fifty bucks in that blue book, you’re buying us all burgers,” Dustin said.

“Otherwise I’m ordering the steak sandwich.”

The waitress walked up with her green order pad ready.

She looked exhausted.

Gregory ordered a black coffee and a big slice of cherry pie.

Pamela ordered a grilled chicken salad.