"Or maybe both?"

The two girls look at one another, smiling, both clearly not too sure how to proceed beyond this strange little flirting that seems to be occurring between them.

“Oh I’m meant to ask you if there’s somewhere more private we could go” Felicity finally remembers his original request, making the two look back towards where he is still sitting, watching them talk, and even from this distance, Felicity still feels he is pulling the strings, making her act in the way he seems to have wanted since they first arrived.

“Well, there’s always our staff breakroom, this time of day no one’s likely to be using it, and I could always just lock the door, say it’s being cleaned or something” the waitress suggests. She looks like she is not going to say anything else, but suddenly leans a little closer to Felicity to whisper “it’s ok, it does kind of double up as a fuck room for some of the staff when the opportunity arises.”

Felicity can only look on in surprise at this revelation, clearly seeing a world beyond that which she ever imagined as she wonders just what else might go on when no one is looking.

“Let me tell my colleague that… well, that we’re using the breakroom for a while” she tells Felicity before striding over to the only other waiter still in the restaurant who is just tidying away the last of the lunchtime diners. Felicity watches as the waitress speaks to the guy, who just laughs and nods before glancing back at Felicity with a look that suggests he knows full well what they are planning to use the room for.

Expecting the waitress to head straight back, she instead heads towards the table Felicity was only recently sitting at, and whispers something to him, she assumes telling him the plan as he is soon on his feet and following her back towards where Felicity stands and waits.

“This way” the waitress tells them as she gets back to Felicity, and is quickly leading them through a door marked private, along a short corridor and finally into a small room that thankfully is empty of people. The room is quite basic, staff lockers along one wall, and sofas along the others plus a couple of small little tables. As they all enter, she grabs a sign from the sign reading “out of order” and pins it to the outside of the door before closing and locking it behind her.

Turning back to face Felicity and him, suddenly she doesn’t look so confident, seemingly waiting for him to issue instructions.