POV: Brigail
Brigail was getting restless. She could feel someone watching her and she didn't need to look around to distinguish who it was.
She was trying her hardest to keep up with the conversation at her table, but her mind kept drifting to a certain tall and blonde man across the room.
Holly and Jessica were making her predicament even worse because they couldn't seem to stop talking about him.
"What do you think will be the first order of business tomorrow?" Holly asked. She would be working the lunch shift tomorrow along with Terry, and they both shared a certain degree of panic after Tara had dropped the bomb on them.
"Maybe he'll make all the girls wear short shorts and halter tops, while the men will be asked to wear Ghost hats and fur," Jessica said a bit too perkily for Br
