Patrick’s Day” motif. Ross and Camille had gone to high school with the owner, Luca Stefano, who had purchased the place shortly before Ross and Sarah had left town. Ross looked around thankful Luca was nowhere to be found. The last thing Ross needed was more pity. “Luca’s really gone tacky with the place,” he said. “And filthy, too, but it’s a staple, right?” “I guess so.” Mick’s had been the late-night spot in its heyday. A middle-aged waitress wearing a plaid skirt and a white blouse greeted Ross and Camille at the door with, “Sit anywhere you want.” Easily twice the age of the other girls, the uniform wasn’t nearly as flattering on her. Her sour attitude indicated that maybe she knew it. Camille surveyed the room and settled on a booth near the corner where the table was still wet.
