Sasha stopped in front of her favorite restaurant. She got out of the car as did her friends. They all entered the restaurant, and a waiter showed them to an empty table. They settled down, and he handed them the menu. “I didn’t know you still eat here, Sasha.” Agatha gasped.
“I love their cooking,” was Sasha’s reply.
“Yeah, I mean their dishes are delicious, I must admit,” Agnes chipped in.
They placed their orders and asked for juice to while away the time as they waited for their food.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Janet suddenly exclaimed.
“What is it?” All her friends asked.
“Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really Michael?” Janet asked, looking at a group of men seated three tables away from theirs.
Agnes, Agatha, and Marilyn immediately turned to observe the table. “Oh my
