The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S4 E7.2: Valentine's Day

Marty's POV

Buffy holds my hand as she pulls me toward the large, black doors of the restaurant. The handles are thick bars of swirling metal, and the white shutters show through the windows of each table in the place.

"No way!" I gasp. "Brook's Corner! But you hate this place."

"It's true," she admits. "I think the service is terrible and the food is greasier than a 1950's hair salon, but you like it."

"I love you," I tell her.

"I know."

She gives me another peck on the lips before spinning around and yanking open the door for me. Once inside, I follow her up to the counter where the host looks up from a whiteboard map of the restaurant with all the tables X'd out in red.

"Hi," Buffy says. "We have a reservation for Buffy Driscoll."

The host looks down at a list on a clipboard, and after about a minute and a half, he says, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't have your name down."

Buffy is taken aback by that, shaking her head. "No, I called yesterday. They said 6:00."

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I don't have you here. I could get you a table, but it will be a forty-five minute wait."

"Uh, no," Buffy snaps, her voice turning into thunder. "I made this reservation. I want my damn table now."

"We don't have any empty tables."

"So build a new one!"

I take Buffy's shoulder, turning her toward me. "Buffy, it's fine."

She lets out a huff and crosses her arms. "I made this reservation."

"I know, but it's really not worth it. And honestly, it's kinda disappointing how many other couples think this place makes a romantic Valentine's Day."

Still upset that her gesture didn't work out, she grumbles, "Well what do we do now?"

I pause to ponder that while she waits. Luckily, something comes to mind quickly.

"I have an idea," I say. "Come on."

I take her hand and lead her out of the restaurant back to the car.

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Jonah's POV

The second I hear my girl's voice, I light up. Austen scurries ahead of my mom as they enter the restaurant, making her the only kid in the entire elegant establishment.

"Hello," Mom says with a smile.

"Daddies!" Austen cheers.

She climbs onto my lap, and I help her up. Immediately, she becomes entertained by the napkins on the table and picks one up to start folding it.

"You really didn't get a big enough table," Mom notes before turning to the first server that passes and requesting, "Sir, could we get two more chairs please? Make one a high chair."

"Uh, we don't have high chairs," the man answers.

"Then build one," my mom states.

The server hesitates a second, but my mom turns back to me and Walker, not giving the server a chance to deny, so he nods and moves on.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Austen squeaks while playing with the napkin.

I squeeze her in a hug, making her giggle.