She stopped crying and looked up at me. Her tears had soaked onto my shirt making it go slightly see through. She was embarrassed and started to panic...and picked up a tissue and started to dry the wet patch. after a few dabs she suddenly realised what she was doing. She looked into my eyes and could see she was besotted. I held her face with my hand and leaned in and kissed her. She responded quickly and we were French kissing on my couch. I stood up and went to the door of my office. Everyone. Would you like a table or a booth?”They looked at me, so I said, “A table please. This is our first time here. We need a server who really knows their stuff.”“Then I will have my daughter wait on you, her name is Tina. She will be right with you. Thank you for trying out Culvers this evening,” the effervescent woman said handing us five menus.“That’s a big menu,” I said taking them from her.“We have a lot of fabulous food to choose from ... thank you.” She stepped away from the table.“You can. "You seem to take people for granted. Chad is very good at his job, yet it's only been in the last day that you have acknowledged him or the rest of 'the staff' as actual people worthy of your attention."As we headed through the gift shop to the turtle ponds, Emily turned towards me."You might be right, but ... I doubt that's what he said." Maybe, maybe not, but it's what he meant."It was a small admission of guilt, but it was progress. With slightly more enthusiasm I dragged us off to. The far right corner had a short internal wall that contained plumbing, forming a shower stall. Outside the stall stood a prison-style toilet, the type with a sink built in to the top. The left side of the cell had an internal wall all the way across, forming the entryway barred at each end with a security door. Entry through each was gained via a simple button, but leaving again required a thumb print, retina scan, and eight digit passcode at both doors. The idea being that a creature might be.