On a Friday night after a long day of work, you agreed to go to dinner with your coworkers. The waiter wrote down your drinks, which you all were waiting for. A few of your coworkers didn’t need to look through the menus, due to being here a lot.

As you were waiting for the waiter to come back, you were looking through the menu. Eventually, Mable put her hand on your thigh, since she was sitting next to you at the table. She looked over at you, a smirk on her face. “What’re you ordering, hun?”