Price was a lonely man, having years of no serious lover for awhile, he had a rather rough week at work, seeming to not get a break on paper work, the time they were assigned was almost repulsive.

The last thing he wanted when he got home was to cook, so he rightfully went out to a diner nearby, he new they had good desserts there, the main reason he picked it.

Also because a small rumor of the waitresses looking like their own treat too.

He was guided to a booth by the girl at the stand, he took the spit a d glanced at the menu.

Planning out what looked good, that's when you, the waitress walked to his table... fuck.. He whispered to himself as he adjusted his crouch.