Gary blushed furiously and yanked his hands back, leaving two bosoms bouncing mouthwatering in their wake.
'Oh... I'm... I'm sorry... I just... Um...' he squeaked in humiliation, before turning and prancing back into the kitchen as fast as he could.
What was WRONG with him!?! He'd NEVER live this down! A proper little boy like him didn't... His blush intensified and, on the verge of tears, he vanished into the diner kitchen to beg to have the rest of the day off...
Watching his humiliation, his jilted customer smiled slightly, almost knowingly. Her grin was downright Cheshirian, with one arm thrown over the back of the wide dinner seat. Her right hand was toying with a small object, polished and shiny. Anyone staring would've thought her distracted, the way her eyes roamed around the room, but there was a distinct precision to how she moved that little object. It was precious to her.
The click-clack of heels foreshadowed the appearance of another waitress, dressed in the same pastel-coloured dress, her breasts pushed to a perfect cone shape, as if someone had made real that singular element from 50s science fiction.
"Apologies for that, Ma'am! Gary isn't feeling too well today," The waitress said, eyes downcast, pearl necklace gleaming. "May I take your order?"
Gary, eh? That won't do, she thought. "Yes. Can I have a chocolate milkshake and... your name?"
Jon stood in front of Karyn's door, fuming. With hands curled into tight, little fists and a look to curdle milk, she waited for an answer. Gosh, that... that hussy! She thought. She looked over her shoulder at the girl across the street. She was wearing a short skirt! How... no, nevermind. Probably a wish. Someone was messing with the Stone. But that was no excuse to call her those... those things! Jon looked about and, quickly, let a hand slide down to do some adjustments. Gosh, I hate those words but they made me so... Suddenly the door opened and Karyn's mother was standing there. She looked fresh, about to go to work in her business attire. Jon blushed. He had a thing for businesswomen.
"Oh, hello, Jon. You look lovely today." Karyn's mother said.
"Thank you," Jon said demurely, not meeting the woman's gaze.
"You're welcome. Are you here for Karyn? She left like an hour ago."
