Chris Brooker pulled up in front of Jenny’s restaurant and squinted through the massive window, noticing that as usual, every single table looked taken. He knew that this place served up one hell of a Saturday brunch, and even though he couldn’t actually afford it himself on his garage mechanic’s salary, he’d certainly heard of it. 'Jenny’s' was famous far beyond the Denver city limits.
He walked into the restaurant and saw Pedro, one of Jenny’s wait staff. Pedro grinned over at him and waved towards one of the high stools at the bar. Chris sat down and right away, Deanna brought him a coffee.
“Hey, Chris,” she said. “You here for brunch?”
“I wish,” he said. “You know I ain’t got that kind of cash, girl.”
“Yeah. Me neither. I just nibble from the edges of the buffet when nobody’s looki
