Post by pierce on Sept 3, 2017 6:40:47 GMT
Marty's outfit
The day had been a productive one. Marty had finalized a cabinet he'd been commissioned to make and went over his lesson plan for the next school day before coming out to meet with West. After a good amount of isolation in his workshop, (which essentially was his landlady's otherwise unused garage) he figured he could do with some socializing. West was always a fun fellow to be around and he knew today would be no exception. They were to grab some lunch and just see how the day went along, which was completely at the pace that Marty wished to be at after all the back-and-forth of his woodwork. They'd dined at the small diner before, a few times. It wasn't but a short drive from the lumber business he went to all the time for his materials, so it could be said that he'd quickly become a regular there himself.
West had been in the area when he'd called him, so Marty was relieved that he'd be able to secure a table for them just in case it got packed. It was a Sunday after all, and the shopping center was near a handful of churches that seemed to let out at close to the same time. When his truck rumbled in to the parking lot, Marty had to park a little further than usual - which was alright by him, but he knew it meant that the diner would be just as bustling. There was always an almost overwhelming vibe when the diner was filled, a sense of urgency was placed on the waitstaff which in turn exuded in to their job performance. Marty really felt for them when things got hectic and people in turn got impatient, it was never right to put the blame on them or the cooks for that matter.
Thankfully his friend was able to snag a booth on the side where he liked to sit the most, where he could look out of the window instead of idly stare in to the back kitchen. A bright smile was directed at West as he approached, sinking in to the vinyl seat across from him. "Got the best booth in the house I see," he greeted, "the place is almost a madhouse." Marty commented, by 'almost' meaning that there were maybe two or three more tables to be filled before it officially got there. "Do you already know what you're getting?" he asked curiously, "It's all on me this time West, so don't go reaching for the check. I owe you at least two more lunches you know, I don't forget easily."
West had been in the area when he'd called him, so Marty was relieved that he'd be able to secure a table for them just in case it got packed. It was a Sunday after all, and the shopping center was near a handful of churches that seemed to let out at close to the same time. When his truck rumbled in to the parking lot, Marty had to park a little further than usual - which was alright by him, but he knew it meant that the diner would be just as bustling. There was always an almost overwhelming vibe when the diner was filled, a sense of urgency was placed on the waitstaff which in turn exuded in to their job performance. Marty really felt for them when things got hectic and people in turn got impatient, it was never right to put the blame on them or the cooks for that matter.
Thankfully his friend was able to snag a booth on the side where he liked to sit the most, where he could look out of the window instead of idly stare in to the back kitchen. A bright smile was directed at West as he approached, sinking in to the vinyl seat across from him. "Got the best booth in the house I see," he greeted, "the place is almost a madhouse." Marty commented, by 'almost' meaning that there were maybe two or three more tables to be filled before it officially got there. "Do you already know what you're getting?" he asked curiously, "It's all on me this time West, so don't go reaching for the check. I owe you at least two more lunches you know, I don't forget easily."