"You're certainly distracted by your phone." Molly said, sitting across from John at the same old town diner. The familiar tired waitress, Brenda, had poured them each a coffee and went to sit some other customers, giving them a chance to look over their breakfast options.
"Sorry. Dennis won't stop messaging me."
She rolled her eyes at his excuse.
"You're acting like a teen with a crush. You just saw him, what do you possibly have to talk about?"
"You mostly." He replied, looking back at the screen again.
"Well, at least you're honest. Mind me asking what he's saying?" She inquired, nervously.
John handed her the phone, to her surprise, and said she could read through their conversation.
John: Thanks again for having us out and for the day off.
Dennis: It's been too long, can't
