It took many minutes of waiting for the perfect opportunity to dash but you eventually found it. Your table's server had just left for the family's drink order, in the wake of her footsteps, the open floor was clear of traffic for the time being. Leaving the safety of the table, you expose yourself to the thick layers of grime and crumpled napkins scattered in every direction. You pass behind the nearest napkin, it was well flattened after being trampled on for who knows how long and had adopted a dark tint to match the stains of pasta sauce and dried boogers fused with the soft paper.

The painful scraping sound of metal on metal bursts into your ears as the front door opens again. In walks a well-dressed young couple on a date, they'd otherwise be cute to look at but for the time being, their heavy footsteps were coming right for you!

You break into a sprint for the rest of the distance and just barely climb up the floor of the booth before the girl's high heel steps on the napkin, flattening it under her weight. You wipe the sweat off your brow, thankful to not be under there with it. Now under the shadow of the booth, you found yourself in between the sandaled feet of the two snobby-looking women from before. The pair on your right remained relatively still and planted on the floor while the sandals in front of you were tapping and swaying away unpredictably. Towards the back of the booth, you could see the largest and nicest purse your eyes have ever witnessed!