The server returning with the to-go bag and the check stops in his tracks, apparently having felt his mouth go dry as he had a better vantage point on that than most of the restaurant. He coughs, and then places the items on the table before hurrying off.
Lisa pays and leaves a generous tip, before standing. "Come on, sweetness. Let's go home and play." She hefts her shopping bags over one shoulder, and lays her other hand at her waist, thumb slipping behind her belt.
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