Raymond Alexander Kukkee
"Table for two?" the elderly, wizened waiter asked graciously. He grandly tucked two maroon menus under his arm in anticipation.
"Table for four, actually" said the lady in front, primping her hair haughtily. Her escort silently skulked in the shadows .
"Do tell, Princess, and when shall the Royal party be joining you?" the waiter asked kindly, choosing an additional two menus.
"Sir John and his bimbo shall undoubtedly be late, as usual," the woman sniffed "just in time to destroy my dinner as they always have done..."
"As you wish, your Majesty" the waiter smiled wryly. "The Royal table is waiting".
The man following grimaced and surreptitiously slipped a folded bill to the waiter as he returned the unneeded menus to the desk.
'Dinner' at 125 words precisely meets Red's M3 Flash Fiction Challenge and the 125 word limit.
Is that Incoming I hear?