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.”

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

“Can I just get a menu,

from behind the counter and

out of the back. He was a kind old man named Phil. He walked with a cane, but his mind was sharp and his hearing

not being rude to a

I started, but Phil cut me off

he said. “Enzo Rivers!

suddenly I had a flash of a memory from Friday night in his bed. I blushed and looked at the floor. “Is Nina being harsh?”

“No. She’s just surprised to see me, that’s

up at me then and winked before hobbling off

you recommend?” Enzo asked. He glanced up from the menu. His brown eyes were captivating, but I tried not to

his question. He was clearly trying to get me to talk to him more than I needed to, but Phil was watching and

like the grilled

good right now,” Enzo said, handing back

and snatched the menu away, ignoring Phil’s dissatisfied glare, then retreated to the kitchen to

still 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

a bite of grilled cheese. “This is good… Thanks for the

looked 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

finished,

I thought to

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