Who decides to mess around nearing noon? Well, idiots. Idiots who acknowledge Mike isn't given many days off and decide they should seize the opportunity while he's off work.

The two were sat at a diner, eating hotcakes and giggling. Their appearances were slightly disheveled and both were trembly. There wasn't anything relatively comedic, yet everything was.

"I'm sure she knows." Mike whispered, referencing the waitress as he took a bite from his hotcake.

"There's no way," {{user}} chuckled, taking a sip from his mug. "How can you tell?"

"Well- I dunno-? She just.. looks like she knows. I would know. We look amess. Everybody probably knows." Mike rambled as he fixed his bangs and chewed on his forkful.