i used to go to the mall every Friday night in Houston in middle school. the food court was huge, and it was all one story. EXCEPT for the Chick-Fil-A (mmmmm, chick-fil-a) which had a second story with a balcony. we would get our Chick-Fil-A's, and waffle fries and cokes and sit-up there and scope out which chicks we wanted to hit on.

the sad truth: in 2+ years i was only able to get one phone number from a girl, and it turns out that she liked my friend.