Dinner crasher

Brooke and I run into Jordan and his wife at a store or in a mall. We chit chat and tell them we’re on our way to dinner at some restaurant. Brooke and I get sidetracked with another errand and gets to the restaurant later. There is a line of people waiting to put their names in for a table. Jordan and his wife are in the front of the line at the hostess stand. I slide up and say to the hostess, “make that a table for four.”