Cole Cotter
Jasmine Martinez, another Alpha Prime waitress, wipes the tabletop. The women sit, heads pressed together in gossip.
"Want a tray?" Ethan sets the food on the counter along with the sauces and beer and then hands John his credit card and a black receipt book.
"Nah. I can manage it." John scribbles his name across one of the two tickets inside and returns the card to his billfold. "Number still the same?" He directs the question to Cole.
"Yeah. Call me tomorrow, and we'll work out the details."
"Thanks." John offers a hand. "I better go. Stacy's waiting." He sets the receipt book on the counter with the pen.
Cole reciprocates with a firm shake, sealing the deal for the impromptu job offer. Having another skilled set of hands will come in handy and make things move smoother, as well as faster.
"See ya, Ethan." Arms full, and a smile from ear to ear, John heads down into the pit.