They stepped inside. The interior was bathed in a moody, amber light. A single, long marble table dominated the center of the room. There were no chairs. The "experience" required standing, shifting, moving—a rejection of the sedentary past.
Elena looked at her friend. "Yeah?"
But they were hungry.
"I'm still starving," Sophie admitted. "Do you want to get a slice of pizza?" two girls one cup hungry bitches