"He can wait like anyone else," Elle said.
"I don't want them to cause a fuss," Kelly answered as she hurried over to the table with the coffee.
Elle stayed put at the counter, sipping her own coffee. She wanted to know what was up with the boys. They weren't exactly her type, a little scrawny looking, mangy beards, stained shirts. They wouldn't be winning any fashion contests anytime soon, but she knew more than to judge people by their appearance. It could well be that they would turn out to be good guys, despite their rude entrance.
"This shit's cold," one of the boys said, sliding his coffee mug across the table.
Elle didn't think he'd meant for it to fall off the other side of the table, but when no one stopped it, it slid off the edge and smashed on the ground. For a second, all four boys, and Kelly, looked at it in surprise, as if there was something surprising about a sliding mug falling to the ground, and then the boys, simultaneously, started laughing.
"I guess you'll have to bend over and clean that up," one of them said.
"Good thing you're wearing a skirt."
"Shame it isn't a little shorter."
Elle turned to Grace. Gracie looked back and sighed. "I can't turn them away. I need the business."
"Are they always like this?"
"Ever since Kelly broke up with the tall one there, Phil, the ring leader, a little while back."
"He's being awful to her," Elle said.
"They're a bunch of spoiled little shits," Gracie said. "That one on the end, his father's the mayor, the one who broke the mug, Phil, is the son of the sheriff, the other two's dads are bigwigs too. The county judge, and the district attorney."
Elle nodded. "I see," she said, and grabbed a mop and broom to help Kelly.
When the boys saw her approach, they didn't hold back. They threw everything they had at her.
"Oh, Kelly, baby, who's your new friend?"
"Your new lover," another added.
"You two a couple of lesbians?"
"Dykes," another corrected.
"Wouldn't stop me from stuffing them," the first added.
Elle tried not to let her temper get the better of her. Grace had said she needed their business, even if they were abusive pricks, and Elle had no intention of letting Grace down. Not on her first day on the job.
As she bent over to pick up the pieces of broken glass, she felt a cold hand on her ass. She swung around to face the culprit.
"What the fuck?" she demanded.
The boy held up his hands in mock apology. "Whoa there, we've got a live one here, fellas."
Elle wanted to slap him in the face but she restrained herself. She swallowed her anger and helped Kelly finish the cleanup, then she went back to the counter to help get rollups and menus. It was Kelly's table but she wasn't going to abandon her new friend to them. If she helped Kelly, the job would be done twice as fast, with less opportunity for humiliating either of them. Kelly noticed, and touched Elle on the shoulder when they brought the order back to Grace.
"Thanks, Elle."
Elle looked her in the eye. "You've got my back, I've got yours."
Chapter 6
Elle
THE FOUR BOYS DIDN'T SHUT up until their mouths were full. It was a relief to Elle when they finally brought out the orders and the boys could divert their attention to their food instead of to the waitresses.
"Ketchup," one of the boys demanded through a mouthful of hamburger.
"Certainly," Elle said, keeping a fake smile on her face as she went to get it.
As she returned, a new customer arrived. Kelly made a face. It had already been a long shift and the two girls still had a few more hours of dinner to get through before they could flip the sign and knock off for the night. Elle knew that every new customer was going to get that same grimace from Kelly and she considered sending her friend home and trying to take the dinner rush on her own. She had no doubt it had been a while since Kelly's last night off, but she wasn't sure she could handle the whole dinner on her own. They only had the five customers right now, but it might get a lot busier later.
She looked outside and already could see traffic picking up on the street as people clocked off work. It would be dark in half an hour too.
"Sit anywhere you like," she said to the new customer, and then, looking up, got a proper look at him for the first time.
He was the exact opposite of the four boys she and Kelly had been dealing with for the last half hour. He was tall and broad, with dark stubble and a mess of hair. He seemed about thirty, and while the four at the table were definitely boys, this guy was all man. His arms were thick and muscular, each muscle perfectly defined as if it had been chiseled. His skin was tanned as if he lived near the beach. His eyes were deep, with just a hint of fine lines around the corners, showing that he smiled a lot. He seemed thoughtful too. Elle was good at reading people, and in this man she saw a depth that was rarely apparent on the face of a man his age. He looked back at Elle and without saying a word, took her cue and found himself a seat in her section.
He walked slowly but purposefully. He was a man who knew where he was going, even when he was unfamiliar with the place. And he was new to this place. Elle was sure of that much. The way he looked around, taking in all the salient details of the diner as if he might need them later. He was the kind of guy who liked to know where all the exits in a room were before he let himself get comfortable.
Takes one to know one, Elle thought to herself.
She suddenly felt as if the diner was empty, as if the four troublemakers were no longer there, as if Kelly and Grace were no longer there, and the only people in the room were her and the new guy. Forgetting to be subtle, she allowed her gaze to follow him to his seat. Then she almost tripped up, hurrying to grab him a menu before Kelly took him.
Kelly stopped her at the counter.
"Who's that?" Elle hissed.
Kelly shrugged. "I've never seen him before."
"He's not a regular?"
"He's new."
Elle looked to Grace. "I don't know either, but he's caught your eye, hasn't he?" Grace said.
"No he hasn't," Elle protested.
Grace smiled knowingly. "Sure he hasn't."
"I was just wondering if you knew him."
Gracie looked over and squinted. Something inside her recognized something about the man, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "I'm not sure," she said at last.
Elle grabbed a menu and some cutlery.
"Just be careful," Kelly whispered.
"Careful?"
"He looks, dangerous."
"He does not look dangerous," Elle responded, but as she walked over to the man's table, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest. There was definitely something about him. Danger was one word. Smoldering was another. Knee-weakening might be another, if that was a word.
She cleared her throat as she reached his table. "How are you tonight?" she said, placing the menu in front of him.
He was sitting still, looking at a crumpled letter in his hands. He looked up at her as if she'd startled him out of his thoughts.
"Oh," he said.
There was a moment's awkward silence as Elle waited for him to answer the question before realizing that he hadn't really heard it.
"You want something to drink? Coffee, beer, soda?"
"Coffee would be fine," he said.
"Yeah," Elle said. "Warm you up on a night like this."
He smiled. She turned and ran, escaping from her own idiotic chit chat as much as from his presence. As she poured his coffee and got the cream and sugar she noticed that the diner had grown silent. At first she thought it was just in her head, but then she looked around her and realized. Kelly was standing behind the counter, surreptitiously watching the new guy as she pretended to roll cutlery in napkins. Gracie was letting onions burn as she watched him through the order window. Even the four troublemakers had shut up.
The place was silent, and the man was completely oblivious to the effect he'd had on the room.
Elle returned and put his mug down in front of him, followed by a spoon, some sugar packets, and a small jug of cream.
"You just get into town?" she said.
He nodded. She was holding the coffee pot in her hand and should have been pouring but something stopped her. She knew that as soon as she poured his coffee, she'd have no reason to stand there, next to him, and she wanted to stand there. She wanted to talk to him. She couldn't have explained why.
"First time here?"
He let out a little laugh. "Actually, no," he said. "This was home once."