After parking his car, Don made his way to the fast food joint he and Tori had agreed to meet at. As he approached, he could already see through the large glass windows that the place was packed with people, the noise of chatter and clattering trays audible from the outside.
He stopped just outside, feeling the heat radiating from the crowded interior and wrinkling his nose at the unmistakable smell of sweat mingling with fried food.
'I can smell the sweat from here,' he thought, grimacing slightly. He quickly took out his phone and dialed Tori, who answered almost instantly.
"Hey," she greeted, her voice still carrying that slightly hoarse quality.
"Hey," Don replied, glancing around at the busy scene. "So, the place is packed. I'm thinking we should find somewhere else."
