Chapter 78: Lunch Time Visitors

Bonnie's was swamped at lunch giving me legitimate reasons to ignore Trey as he sat in his little corner table. Oh and the tips. My apron pocket bulges with the cash left on the tables and there's always more from those who paid with credit cards. If this is the underpaying shift, I can't imagine what a dinner would net me. Screw fifty, at this rate I might be able to pay my debt off by forty-five.

Jamie and I made a great team even though it was a steady flow of customers. My steps were light as I raced around, bouncing from the high of being busy. It was a great shift — except for the fact Trey's still here.

He didn't leave. Six hours and five cokes he sat at his little perch and watched me. I waited for him to at least visit the bathroom so I could sneak in, bus his table, and sit someone else there, but as if he could read my plan the man never moved. Even after drink number five. Is he a camel? All that earlier bravado leaked away the longer he sat there... for six hours.

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