"You wry thing! Come here and give me a kiss!" He opens his arms almost as wide as his smile.
"You know what wry means?" She says as she moves closer. He looks so friendly.
"Of course!" His arms meet behind her back and he starts squeezing. She squeaks. She smiles her wry smile before passing out from lack of air.
"That's the last wry smile you're gonna smile for a long time!" He punctuates each word with a little spittle and a snarl. His smile is gone now. He picks up the knife and gets to work. The other people at the restaurant ignore him. He ignores them, too. Now the smile is back on his face. It isn't wry. It isn't sane. And that's exactly when the ad break starts.
Lucy groans and changes to the sports channel. I love horror movies, she thinks to herself. I've got to buy myself a TV so I can watch at home. She smiles and serves the next customer.
"Here or to go?"