Here is my five minute freewrite for "red sunset" @mariannewest's prompt for the day
The Red Sunset Bar and Grill was a grotty ugly place.
It was the kind of place I would walk past without looking in the window. It was the kind of place I hated.
A plastic menu was stuck to the door with sticky tape, pictures of food instead of a description of the food.
I'm a snob. I know I'm a snob.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door and walked in. The smell of fried food hit my nostrils at the same time as the warm air blowing in from a fan by the door. I flinched.
"Are you alright, sir?" A woman asked. A waitress, I guessed, from the tired look in her eye and the badly fitting outfit.
"I guess so," I said.
"Have you reserved?" she asked.
I suppressed a laugh - it wasn't the kind of place that anyone would reserve, let alone me.
"No!" I spat. "I'm meeting someone." I saw Bob sitting in the corner by the toilets. "Him," I pointed.
The waitress gave me a suspicious look, as though she didn't believe me, but she waved me in.