“What an asshole!” Mila complains, grunting as she walks around the counter and flicks out her notepad. “I’ll serve him his coffee with salt next time he comes here.”
The diner is filled to its capacity today, and good for us there are new waitresses Tim has employed. The hum of conversation mixes with the backdrop of clanging dishes and sizzling grills from the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and frying bacon permeates the air.
We dart between the tables, taking orders and bringing food to customers. Tim looks content from where he sits at the corner, casually surveying the place. His eyes flicker to me more than they usually do and every time, I see the smile on his face fade a little.
I haven’t heard from the woman at the boutique yet. And I shouldn’t be expecting to, any
