Purposely short chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Justice League, just the colorful literary rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Thirteen: Hopefully
After enduring a few more not-so-subtle winks and flirtations, Rose made her way back to the kitchen, depositing the dishes on a cart and giving the cooks the man's order for dessert; three pies, one cherry, one blackberry and one apple, all of them with heaping scoops of ice cream on top. It was then she looked at the time, noting that it read 9:10 pm and frowned slightly; she was supposed to be off by now.
She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then decided that she would leave once "The Flash" paid. Hopefully, he would be leaving a hefty tip.