Michael slid out his side of the booth and stood up just as the waitress returned to pick up the check. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eys looking down, then looked back to Michael with a smile. He knew she had seen the rather sizable bulge in his pants and he didn’t care a bit. “The meal was excellent,” he said with a wink, “and so was the service.” He threw an extra ten on the table and walked away. He knew she’d remember him and he would make sure to ask for her next time he ate there.