“Are you insane?” Tony shouts, standing up so quickly that his chair flew back and almost fell over. He’s the only one of us who is seated on a chair separated from the booth because although it’s a bit longer than the ones at the diner we frequent, it’s not that much longer. It’s like a plus one with the u-shaped seating, instead of the usual cut-off that made them into two benches. However, the booth is still too small, to contain us all as we were eating.
I mean we could make it work but I guess Tony had figured that Damian might feel clustered.
Gail, who is on an end, also stands up squealing. Everyone else just staring, slacked jawed while the liquid pours, its slight splatter affecting our clothing.
Stephanie is staring eyes open wide at her new friend, as if in some bit of shock
