The Winsome Intruder

Winsome
They had reserved the table for 8PM, but neither of them was going to make it anytime soon. 

As the restaurant filled up, the maitre d’ and bearers whispered the best course of action, it was already 8.25PM. 

Erin, the youngest of them, saw no reason to lose waiting an extra table for her weekend tip. Ray on the other hand, was glad there was possibility one less table to wait on at the end of her long day, she looked forward to getting home and fixing a meal for her daughter visiting early next morning.

When the phone rang, they knew they couldn’t take anymore reservations. To their shock, the grave voice informed them that the reserved table was for the winsome new Mayor candidate.

They must all wait.

#shortfiction 

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