<strong>Sana Lysenko<br/>The Cliff House Bistro<br/>/w Mayson, Danielle, (Tristyn still out in the parking lot)</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>Danielle said, "You know, where is Mr. and Mrs. Simon? Did they say what time they'll be coming?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"Her flight was probably late or something. I think we should order as soon as Tristyn gets to the table."</strong>Sana's shoulders shook as she laughed,<strong>"What?! I'm hungry. All I've been able to think about all afternoon was Sonoma Baby Greens and Spinach Ricotta."</strong>Her backside slid down into the chair like a petulant child with slumped defeated shoulders.<strong>"I'm so hungry,"</strong>she drew out the words as she spoke.<br/><br/>With a puff of breath she huffed, slid back up right into the chair, and looked from side to side scanning for the waiter. Her hands fidgeted with the lapel of her coat. For a moment eye contact was made with Mayson so she tossed her a playful wink.<br/>