At the end of our meal the waitress asks about dessert.
"None for me, I gotta keep my girlish figure to keep modeling." Maddie quips.
Without a second thought I say, "Your figure is perfect but I'll keep an eye on it for you."
I blush a little realizing what I just said.
Trying to move on I tell the waitress, "None for me either. I gotta watch my Boyish figure. I can't gain the wrong weight for football."
That's when I realized where I knew the hostess and waitress.
"Looks good from here." The waitress blurted.
She immediately turns bright red and pulls the bill, setting it down in the wallet before quickly moving away.
Maddie just giggles. "Looks like you have a fan."
I blush hard but don't say anything while pulling out my debit card to pay. I set the wallet at the table edge an
