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Saturday Morning Bottomless Brunch Horror
What we love, becomes our undoing
Jacob kissed Melanie on the cheek as they walked into the restaurant’s foyer. They had been on the waitlist for 3 months for the 9 am slot they so hastily hurried to. Jacob caught a look into Melanie’s eyes as the hostess prepared their menus; they sparkled deep blue as her gaze wandered around the room. Each of the walls was covered in thick, green ivy. Pink neon etched the name and logo in delicate cursive to their right. On the left, recessed lightbulbs beckoned them down a long hallway.
“Follow me.”
Hand in hand, they sauntered behind their hostess as she led them through the hallway. Much of the dining was private; they peered all around as they passed rooms and tables full of laughing, drunken guests. A turn here, the kitchen, another turn, and they were seated.
“Two coffees, and two bottomless mimosas, please.”
Melanie had planned this part for a week, at least. They even used Veuve with fresh-squeezed OJ! Jacob reclined and soaked in the tropical house wafting from the ivy-covered rafters. Humid and happy, he felt he could get lost in here forever. If only Melanie would accept it. He gave her a wink and pored over the menu.
