It had been a long day. The steam table had been busy all night, the waitresses had been extra-touchy, and the cooks didn't stop their game of "Kill, Do, or Marry" the entire time. Fortunately, Jen finished at 8:30 and had plans to go home and take a long shower to wash the restaurant smell off of her.
"Hey Denise - I'm out of here."
"Two-shoes! You need to stick around for, like, ten minutes - your surprise is on its way."
"Denise - I don't know. I've had a really long night, and I just want to go home."
"Come on, Jen - this is for you."
"Fine. I'll grab a lemonade - I'll be in the break room."
"And Jen - not to build it up too much, but this could be the best surprise you've ever gotten."
"I'm sure it will." Jen said, unconvincingly.
As she walked through the kitchen to get her lemonade, she tried to ignore the cooks' conversation ("Okay, okay: kill, do, marry: Tina Fey, Princess Leia, and the Hamburglar." "I'd kill Princess Leia for betraying the Empire, do Tina Fey because I love the glasses, and I'd marry the Hamburglar." "The Hamburglar? Really?" "Yeah - he seems like a good provider."). She did not succeed in ignoring the conversation.
TEN MINUTES LATER, IN THE BREAKROOM:
"Jen! Your surprise is here. I got you a prom date!"
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