We'll be the ones with the throw up on.

Noon on Friday morning, a man dressed in a suit awaits at the bar with a red rose and a poem book. We puke. A woman emerges and suit perks up and leads her to a table. We ask if we can get them anything, the suit cant look away from womans eyes so sends us away. We puke. We come back ten minutes later, suit asks the woman "Shall we indulge in some champagne?" We puke. The man watches her intensley, woman looks a little uncomfortable but stays and indulges. Suit shows the woman the book of poems, not handwritten poems, just poems. Puke. We don't know how this ended because the suit and woman stayed so long, our shifts were over. We do know this, we hope the woman didn't fall for this fake man and if she did this pukes for her.