Hannah harrumphed when Dave handed her the diner’s menu. She used her fingertips to gingerly hold the corners of the paper with jagged edges.
“I can’t even read half the words!” she said as her greyish-blue eyes squinted to focus on the words.
“The menu hasn’t changed in 73 years.”
Hannah gasped. “How dare you disclose my age!”
“You’re no spring chicken.”
“Why I should …” Hannah’s eyes sparkled as they bantered.
“Should what?” Dave challenged as he smiled deviously.
Hannah laughed. “You win! Please bring my usual.”
“Of course, Ma’am."
Hannah smirked as he walked away. “I’ll win tomorrow.”
Prompt: menu, jagged, disclose
