When the movie ended, the group left at the table looked at each other in silence. They didn't have a purpose for being together, but they didn't quite want to leave. Finally Haylee and Dani, who had been whispering in in the corner of the booth announced an idea.
"If you ever want to talk to us again, come back to this booth, and hope someone else will come."
This turned out to be a very good idea, mainly because the people of the booth had very little to do with their life. So, many people were at the booth at one time usually, especially at nights, when everyone else had gone to sleep.
The waiters that covered those hours came to know each person's specific order and would reserve that booth for them at night. For hours whoever was there would bounce conversation back and forth, mostly about nothing, sometimes about something. Most of the time they would just rave about the actor they had all come together to see in the first place.
Their signiture dish became guacamole, even though it would often be a little watery, they loved it anyways.
A few people came less and less often, such as Sydney and chris, but would still pop in occasionally and join into the flow of conversation.
However one day a meteor struck earth and everyone died.
No it didn't I just didn't know how to end this chapter.
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To Chris and co.
Fiction généraleTo my dearest fuck boy Chris, my adorable Lana, gorgeous Viv, my wonderful Daniella, Sydney who's almost never there, dirty minded Haylee, Mia who I dont know that well, my son Spicy Guac, my great Sam, chris 2 who confuses us so much, and my one on...
