Sunday?

Al thought for a moment and scanned the calendar behind the counter and did some quick counting on his fingers.

"Well Sundays make the most sense, since we aren't open for much of the day. So maybe next Sunday and you can get tested next Friday?" Al suggested.

Tiffany thought about it for a second. "Hmm...counter proposal: this Sunday and I can go get tested now. Still leaves 48 hours before we'd shoot, as long as it is Sunday afternoon."

Al chewed on his lip while mulling over the timing and if he could run the store this morning without Tiffany. Seeing that the store was dead for right now and likely would be until this afternoon, Al agreed to her proposition.

"Okay, but with two caveats.

One, you have to pay for the test out of your own pocket. Here's the address for the clinic I send all my talent to, their fees are very reasonable.

Two, you have to pick up lunch on the way back!"

"That's so unfair!" Tiffany joked, as she headed into the backroom and grabbed her purse. "But I agree to your terms."

"Excellent!" Al laughed. "Head over to the clinic and I'll call in an order for food and let you know where to get it. I'll also spend some time corralling talent and drafting up a contract for your debut role."

"Sounds good!" Tiffany replied, as she walked towards the entrance. Not long after that she was cruising towards the clinic in her Jetta, the latest pop song blasting and Tiffany happily singing along. Within fifteen minutes she arrived at the clinic and was pleased to find the lot mostly empty.

About half an hour, and a modest payment fee later, Tiffany was headed off to grab lunch for her and Al. Not five minute later she pulled into the lot for the Italian bistro Al had called for food. She grabbed two sodas from the cooler and approached the counter. The young, strapping Italian man behind the register was not shy about ogling Tiffany as she walked up.

"Hello beautiful, what can I get you?" He smiled, his unshaven face breaking into a wide, handsome smile. Tiffany felt her heart flutter a bit and her chest start to warm, as this handsome man did his best to woo her.

"I...uh...I'm picking up order 16." She stammered, caught off guard by both the brashness of the man and his effect on her.

"No problem." He smiled and pulled the order down from above the oven. Tiffany couldn't help but admire his wide back and toned arms as they stretched and flexed. The man smiled again as he saw Tiffany biting her lip as he walked back. "That'll be $15.60 babe."

She pulled a $20 out of her wallet and set it down in his hand. He quickly rang the order up, handed her the change, and scribbled something down on the receipt before dropping it in a bag with the food. Tiffany dropped the change into the tip jar, grabbed the food, and quickly left the shop, but not before some parting words.

"Hope to see you around here soon!" The man smiled once more and waved.

Setting the bag down on the passenger's side floor, Tiffany revved the car to life and headed back to Naughty Times. By the time she got back she had managed to regain her composure and headed back into the store. Setting the food on the counter, she dropped her stuff in the backroom and immediately hit the showroom floor to assist some customers. Only when her stomach began to protest did she head back to the counter to get her lunch.

She noticed that Al had a real "shit-eating" grin on his face and wondered aloud what was up.

"What? Oh, nothing, just found something interesting in with the food." He laughed and handed her the bag.