Restaurant

The hotel lobby sign showed a significant spread of desserts to choose from and you can?t help but think a little decadence for the palette might be nice. You look about and see a smaller plaque with arrows pointing to various locations, one of which is the restaurant.

You are greeted by a small man claiming to be the host in a bad French accent, and you assume he?s putting on a show to give the place a little more class. But it isn?t him that is giving it the class. You see the magnificently tall blonde waitress from across the room and instantly feel the need to find out more about her.

Slipping the maitre de a crisp bill, you are given a table in the blonde?s section and told her name is Savannah. Savannah isn?t bleach blonde; more of a mousey color with bright highlights and it frames her face in an escalade of curls and twists. Her outfit is proper?a high buttoned shirt and black vest with long black skirt give her the appearance of a sort of feminine tuxedo. She is very pleasant and her smile is sincere and warming. Finally it is your turn and she approaches your table.

?How may I help you sir??