Suddle

In the evening, Lady, Holly and Madison left for a nearby diner, where they were also expecting to see Keith. It was a small place, amazingly simple yet cosy. They spotted an empty table in a corner and settled down.

“Back so soon again?” the elderly waitress asked, looking adorably at April G.

“Who me? Oh, you must be mistaking me for someone else. I…” Madison began to say.

“Oh wow, I don’t get a generous tip from wonderful young ladies every day!” the waitress said, placing the menu before them.

“Ma’am, I think that you are mistaking me for someone else,” Madison said politely.

The waitress quickly fixed the glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose and studied the two young girls carefully. Then she glanced at the middle-aged man who appeared to be their dad.

“Perhaps! You know what, at my age everybody begins to appear similar, especially with your glasses off,&rdqu