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Buffet (150)


“A bottle of wine. Surprise me.”

“Yes sir. Anything else?”

“A salad, add onion, tomato, diced peppers. Italian dressing.”

“Will there be anything else?”

“Not now, my date will be along shortly.”

“Very well.”

The waiter went to put in the order and he sat alone staring at the buffet. Lizzie would pick it immediately. He had no idea how she could eat off those things but her willingness to do anything was why he loved her.
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Why is he so amazed that she eats off of a buffet? Why is he ordering before she gets there? Is it going to be a good night?

The word is buffet, the limit for this post was 150 words. This post comes in at 77 words. Click the link to see the official rules at the M3 blog.

Comments

Red said…
Because he has a sneeze guard phobia. :P
xxx
Laurie said…
Doesn't everyone? :P
xxx

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