My team comes here for dinner.... The owners recently started serving lunch and opening earlier.... Wildly, she signaled to Dale, who, though he had set the baby back into the high chair, was as oblivious of her as the demon chef. Of course. She was one of the few who could see through any demon’s human disguise. She had to let Dale know without alerting the demon. Keira beckoned to the waitress, who she could see now had a long, forked tongue snaking out of her thin mouth, and beady, red eyes. “Something wrong with your meal?” she sneered. “It’s delicious. But I’m afraid my companion’s lunch is getting cold. Would you mind returning it to the kitchen and reheating it?” She forced a smile. “He and his buddy got to talking. You know men when they catch up. Oh, and please bring me more garlic rolls.” The demon waitress removed Dale’s plate and went into the kitchen, followed by the demon chef.
