Bronte gets up from her chair and slams her hands on the table. She leans over to peer into your eyes.

"Degrading? Making 15k a week in tips PLUS salary is DEGRADING?? Why don't you learn to bite your tongue when speaking about a woman's career?"

She rolls her eyes, puts down the menu, gets up from the table, and walks away.

With that coke bottle body, you hate to watch her leave, but you love to watch her walk away.

>That didn't go so well! Restart?