**The Pharmacist: Chapter 7**
As soon as the waitress left the table, Vincent turned back towards her. “As soon as we get those boxes and pay, we’re outta here. I’m taking you home.”
*Just as I wanted*. Without looking up, Lilac fiddled with the bottom hem of her dress, “On one condition.”
Vincent laughed a little, shifting in his seat, which Lilac could only assume he was zipping his fly back up and fixing his belt under the table, “After that little stunt you pulled back there? What more could you want than spankings?”
The waitress came back with the boxes and began scooping the foods into the boxes for them.
Lilac stopped her, “It’s alright, we can do that, thank you!”
“You guys have a good night! Just take the table number card with you, and they can ring you up at the front!”
The waitress left them, hurriedly walking off to the table down the aisle where an impatient man was waving his hand.
Lilac stood up, and proceeded to scooping the seafood into the boxes, and Vincent did the same on his side of the table.