Bab 342: Attraction

"Hello, and welcome to the Pizza Palace!" Kristy said, taking three menus from a box on the side of the hostess stand. "Three for dinner?"

Michael nodded. "Yes, please." He handed her a folded-up bill. "And if we could have a private table or booth, that would be great."

I had heard of people tipping for a better table. But at the Pizza Palace? 

She smiled, waving off the bill. "You don't need to do that. I'll be glad to. Right this way!"

Kristy headed toward the back of the restaurant to the right. It was early yet, and no one was around the back corner booth to the left so we could talk freely.

"So, what can I get you to drink?" Kristy laid the menus on the table.

"Coke Zero for me, please," I said, handing her back the menu. "And the buffet, too."

"Same for me," Dakota said, but I'll have a regular cola instead."

"Same for me, please." Michael handed her the menu.