Chapter 9: An Unwelcome Customer

Nina

Enzo didn’t seem to recognize me right away with my uniform and my hair pulled back. He came in and sat down at the counter while I was pouring coffee for another customer, which I nearly spilled all over the table out of shock.

My hands trembled as I approached the counter. Was he following me, or was this just a coincidence? Now, more than ever, I regretted ever sleeping with him. Why must he insist on playing with my feelings like this? Couldn’t he just move on to the next girl?

I walked behind the counter and immediately turned my back to him, pretending to fiddle with the coffee

machine.
“Hi, Nina.”

So he did recognize me.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

Enzo looked around and gestured a bit with his hands. “What do you mean? It’s a diner. I’m hungry.”

chest. “You and I both know that you could have gone to any other restaurant in town, and you chose this one. Are you following

head. “Can I just

I grabbed one of the laminated menus from behind the counter and tossed it down in front of

Phil. He walked with a cane, but his mind was sharp and his hearing was even sharper.

being rude

but Phil cut me off

said. “Enzo Rivers!

smiled not smirked, but genuinely smiled for the first time since I met him. He looked handsome when he smiled, and suddenly I had a flash of a memory from

just surprised to see

before hobbling off to go count the register while Enzo scoured the

menu. His brown eyes were captivating, but I tried not to

somewhat annoyed at his question. He was clearly trying to get me to talk to him more than I needed to, but Phil was watching and I couldn’t be rude in front of

the grilled cheese,”

grilled cheese sounds good right now,” Enzo said, handing back to me. “And some fries. Oh, and a

into a sarcastic smile and snatched the menu away, ignoring Phil’s dissatisfied glare, then retreated to the kitchen to put

shook a bit as I carried the plate of hot food back out to the counter. I set it down in front of Enzo, then filled up a glass with ice and root beer

bite

from the register. While Enzo ate, I busied myself with pouring coffee for other customers and clearing tables. I always felt Enzo’s eyes on me as I worked, but whenever I turned around, he only seemed to be looking at his phone and his food. It was unsettling to feel like I was being watched, only to find out that I wasn’t being watched at all. I chalked it up to

finished,

god, I thought to myself. He’s

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