“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in.
Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”
Shay stopped shredding paper. “Dutch isn’t late. Dutch is deliberate .” She glanced toward the back booth where the man himself usually held court. “Which means he’s either testing us or ghosting us.” agatha shay britney dutch
Agatha almost smiled. Almost.
Dutch smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile. “He said midnight,” Agatha murmured
“Ladies,” he said, sliding in next to Shay before she could protest. “Sorry I’m late. Had to make sure I wasn’t followed.”
Here’s a short piece of narrative text incorporating the names , Shay , Britney , and Dutch — written as if they are characters in a scene. Title: The Last Table at Dutch’s “Then talk fast
Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.”