“Hi, Jessie,” I said.
“Hi, Amie. Looking good today,” he told me, but his usual line sounded flat.
“Thank you. Don’t worry. She’s a little freaked out at the moment, but give her a day to digest it and everything will be fine. Then you can ask her out for real,” I told him. He looked at me like I was speaking martian.
“What?”
“I’m talking about CeCe. Don’t pretend with me, Jessie. If you don’t stop pretending and start acting like the adult you are, I’m going to have to kick your ass,” I told him.
“Right,” he said, a small blush on his cheeks. “So, a couple of days?”
“Yes, no more than two. Come in with a nice bouquet of flowers and be sweet to her.”
“I can do that,” he said with a nod.
“Of course you can. Do you want your usual, or are you ready to try something new?” I asked.
“No, I’ll have what I always have. Thank you, Amie,” he said.
“No problem.” I handed the order to the kitchen and made sure my tables had what they needed and kept an eye on the Alpha. I needed to think of a strategy for dealing with him. It didn’t seem like he would give up, but at the same time, he hadn’t approached me. So I had no clue what he wanted. Again he left the diner without so much as a glance in my direction. Maybe I was overthinking things? Maybe he was just a tourist? I didn’t even know if my lack of wolf and all the years living with humans had masked my wolf scent. To be on the safe side, I went straight home after work and stayed inside until just after lunch the next day. I had the late shift and was happy to see CeCe talking to Mrs Jones.
“There she is,” Mrs Jones brightly said.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” I asked.
“CeCe has just been filling me in on your blond, mysterious hunk of a man,” Mrs Jones told me.
“Who?” I don’t think I fooled anyone.
“Mr hot coffee pot in the knee,” Mrs Jones reminded me.
“Oh right, him. What about him?”
“He was here for breakfast, and lunch, seemed disappointed not to see you here,” CeCe told me.
“Oh please. He doesn’t know I exist,” I said.
“I don’t know. I think you have a new suitor,” Mrs Jones said, sounding giddy. I just shook my head and got on with work. If the Alpha had come in twice again today, I could scratch the idea that it was just a coincidence. What did he want with me? Did he think I was a rogue? There were no packs in the area, so he couldn’t be worried I was going to poach on his pack’s territory. My thoughts occupied me all through the dinner service. The Alpha hadn’t come in. Maybe he didn’t do dinner service. Could I talk to Mrs Jones and be put on the late shift everyday for a couple of weeks? I was just trying to figure out a good reason to ask when the door opened and the Alpha stepped inside. There went my new plan out the window. As usual, he sat down in my section.
“CeCe,” I started, but before I could say anything else, she held up a hand.
“No, Amie. It’s time to put on your big girl panties and deal with him. He is obviously trying to get you to wait on him. He is always sitting in your section, each time choosing a table he has seen you serve. Now, put on a smile and go over there and see what that hunk of a man wants,” CeCe said.
“I don’t want to,” I objected.
“Too bad. Now shoo, I have my own tables to handle. I’m only doing this because I love you,” she told me. Okay, so I needed to do this. It would be alright, I was in the middle of the diner and nothing could happen to me here. The worst he could do was to talk to me. I took a deep breath and walked over to his table.
“Hi, I’m Amie and I’ll be your waitress today. What can I get for you?” I said in my cheerful work voice.
“Hello, Amie. I’m Finlay and you are one hard waitress to get hold of,” he said in a rich and soothing voice.
“Excuse me?” I said. He chuckled.
“Nothing. I’ll have the pork chops,” he told me.
“Sure thing, and to drink?”
“A Coke please.”
“Coming right up,” I said, grabbing his menu and disappearing to hand his order to the kitchen. I gave him his Coke and then his food. We were polite to each other, but he didn’t try to start a conversation. I felt relieved, I had overreacted. Nothing was going to happen. That was until I brought him his check. The dinner rush had been over for a while and the diner was almost empty except for a couple of locals sitting around, drinking coffee. I walked up to his table and put down the check. I was just about to leave.
“Amie, wait a moment,” he mumbled, low enough not to be overheard, but loud enough for me to hear. I froze and turned back towards him. “I think we need to talk,” he told me.
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