table for one
@oj-forthesoul
A new song Billy had heard recently played in his head while he wiped down a table. There was a somewhat large family that had just left. The kids kept asking him to play his guitar which, as always, was on his back. He would have loved to if he didn’t have to clean up their messes. If only he could get this song out of his head. Not that the kids would have appreciated it anyway.
The door opened and Billy’s head turned to face the direction of the sound. A man with strawberry blonde hair entered. Billy did a quick survey to see if anyone was around to seat him and found that he was alone at the moment. Dropping the towel onto the table, the half-elf walked to the front of the restaurant where the man stood and asked,
“Table for one?”















