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.”

frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “You and I both know that you could have gone to any other restaurant

I

one of the laminated menus from

the back. He was a kind old man named Phil. He walked with a

rude to a customer, Nina,”

Phil cut me off when he

said. “Enzo Rivers!

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 Friday night

“No. She’s just surprised to see

up at me then and winked before hobbling off to go count the register while Enzo

His brown eyes were captivating,

to get me to talk to him more than I needed to,

like the grilled cheese,” I

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

ignoring Phil’s dissatisfied glare, then retreated to the kitchen to put in Enzo’s order. I hid back

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

said, his mouth full after. taking a bite of grilled cheese. “This

over to see Phil glaring at me 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 Enzo making me nervous, but

was finished, he

god, I thought

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