From just inside the door, Alex inspected the noisy place, while Cam checked the big booth near the front window that was practically the property of the Six Pack. "They're not here yet," she said. "Are we early?" "Just lucky," Alex cracked. Beth checked her watch. "Five minutes late," she reported. A waitress in sandals and sunglasses sauntered over to the girls. She looked at Beth. "Ugh. You've got something stuck in your teeth," the waitress told the rangy girl. "Something green and gross." "Oh, no!" Beth frantically brushed a finger back and forth over her front teeth. "How heinous. Did I have it all the time we were outside?" "I don't see—" Cam began, as Beth bolted for the bathroom. "Over there, kids," the waitress cut in, pointing to the tiny table wedged into the back corner, directly under the noisy dripping air-conditioning unit. "Are you new?" Cam asked. "What's that supposed to be, a blond joke?" the waitress demanded. "No way," Cam said reddening. "It's just that I'm, you know, like a regular here and I've never seen you before and I usually sit at the big booth." "She's expecting friends," Alex explained. "Believe me, girls, your party has arrived." "Do I know you?" Cam stared at the waitress.
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