Diana's P. O. V
I sat across them both at the restaurant like I was some relationship counsellor, giving them the stinger. The chefs arrived with them, giving them apologetic looks. It seemed like they were all in it together then.
"So, care to explain why the restaurant sign read closed when we were clearly not closed?." I asked, acting like my mom when she was on to something.
"No." Darla said flatly, "it was all my plan of getting an hour to ourselves, and the idea sat well with the cooks..." Willy said spilling the beans.
Darla gave him an impossible stare, and attempted to whack the back of his head.
"What exactly is the arrangement you two created?." I asked folding my arms resting into the chair to get more comfortable.
Both of them exchanged glances, indirectly asking each other who would go first, Willy cleared his throat, so I guess he was going to explain it all.