You decide the mot likely case I that one of the waitresses have a key. You hop down from the outcropping and rush to underneath an empty table, waiting for one of those waitresses to show up. Then, to your horror, two civilians sat down around you. One in front of you, one behind you. You dread your decision, but you can't go out now, you'll get spotted. You wait for them to try and speak, but a ingle word never comes. Ever since Queen spread her pheromones, this is how its been with most of the citizens. Aliens invaded and forced themselves into every day society, and the ladies are pretty much machines, imitating their usual day-to-day lives, until they spot prey like you.
It's probably for that reason they don't notice anything wrong when the one in front of you puts a shoeless foot on top of your head. The one behind dug their heel on top of your butt, not realizing you were under there. You struggle to keep yourself still, praying they don't notice you, and then you see familiar shoes. One of the waitresses came up to the table. Do you dare to take a peek?
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