> "I hope the food is as good as the decorations." Bruce said in a half whisper and laughed quietly. Stef nudged him and they smiled. "It will be." She said with a mischievous glance. "Trust me, I hear the food is the best here."
Bruce wanted to ask more but the maitre'd arrived to show them to their table. He was a snooty stuffed shirt type who had much to high a value on mother incest himself. They exchanged glances that said what an ass they thought he was and had to family incest stories stifle snickers. They followed him but, Bruce noticed that Stef walked slowly, like she had been working out hard and stiff and sore.
