Susan smirked a little and shook her head.<span style="color: sandybrown">"i just shared some basic memories."</span>the waitor nodded and walked away.<span style="color: sandybrown">"when hes carried me home drunk a dozen times i think its invited and i know the owner, hes her son and she would be happy to see him flirting with anyone... its been three hundred years since his last girlfriend." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>