“Becky?” Tony was asking sure of himself since I’m no longer in my disguise. “Hey Tony, yes it's me. Let’s go to the roof for dinner and I'll explain my drastic change of appearance.” I tell him as I step in and punch in my code to head up to the roof. He allows me to exit first and follows me to the tables that are lined with food. “Dig in and make yourself a plate. I believe that only the person eating the food should pick out what’s on their plate, especially with eating a home-cooked meal.” I explained. Gregory chimes in, “Believe her, she tells us what to give her when she comes to the restaurant, as well.” “Not true,” I protest, “Usually, I just come in and make it myself. It's one of the perks of owning the building and the restaurant.” I giggled with a shrug, knowing I’m caugh
