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“Hey. How was everything?”
“It was good. Thank you. So, you work here?” he asks.
“I do. When I’m not gallivanting around important events. Your total is forty-one and thirty cents.”
He hands me his credit card.
“So, Denise. Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
“What time are you off of work?”
“In about an hour. Why, what’s up?”
“Can I sit here at the counter and wait for you?”
“Honestly, I believe that’s the first time that anyone has ever asked me that.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he reminds me.
I look at the counter area and notice two seats are still open. He looks in the same direction.
“I’m not someone who will tell a person what to do.”
“Yeah?” he grins.
“Better grab a seat before someone beats you to it. Want something else to drink?”
“Water?”
The hour turnedinto two hours as Monica, my co-worker, ran late, and I needed to close up my tables. When I turned in my receipts, collected my tips, and grabbed my purse. Miller was standing at the door, waiting for me.
We walk out of the diner, and he places his hand on the small of my back.
“So, do you have any plans?” he asks.
“No, not really. Since I was out so late last night, I kind of figured to lay low tonight.”
“I’m the king of lying low. Want to do it together?” he offers, as I can feel the butterflies in my stomach.
Do I jump at the chance? Do I politely decline to not look desperate?
“You don’t have plans already?” I ask him.
“Why would you say that?”
“You look like the kind of guy who would always have plans. I mean, last night, you’re hanging out wearing a tuxedo, and now tonight, you’re wanting to hang out with me?”
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” I look at him.
“Sure, shoot.” He shoves his hands into his front pockets.
“What do you do for work?”
“For work?”
“You have a job, right?”
“Yes, of course. I have a job. I work in tech.”
“Right. And I’m a waitress at a diner.”
“I don’t see what that has to do with me asking you to hang out.” He shakes his head.
I look at him. He seems sincere. Sure, we are from two different worlds, but what’s the harm of getting to know someone new?
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” I ask him.
