“New in town?” Vickie twirls a blonde curl.
“Yeah, last night. Food good here?”
“The steak and eggs are popular.” Vickie leans in, grins. Their eyes connect.
“So—one steak, rare, eggs sunny, and coffee?”
He nods, rubs his palms, and wets his lips.
She returns, “A side of beef for one hungry male.”
His eyes gleam. “Lucky I found this diner.”
“Uh-huh.” Crap no tip, even. This is not a d-i-n-e-r, it’s a restaurant!
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