Nile, Kit and Billy had shopped until they head head aches.
‘’I hate shopping, why did I agree to coming here’’ Billy sulked as Nile took the final bag from the cashier at the store.
‘’Because I am treating you to Dirty Dans Finest heart attack on a plate’ Nile joked.
‘’Yeah, I am bloody starving, we are going there now yeah?’’ Kit asked. Kit had been the more complacent shopping partner today, Billy had groaned in every shop at every till and any chance in between.
The three friends made their way to the diner, the smell of grease, flame grilled meat and the sound of the juke box playing hit them as they opened the door. A young woman came to them with a big toothy smile.
‘’Hi fellas, table for 3?’’ she asked and they nodded. She led them to a small table set for four by the window.
