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genuinely care.
     
    “Thank you,” I told her. “But it
really will be okay. You don’t need to worry about me; you have
enough of your own issues to worry about.” She gave me a motherly
look that said I couldn’t make her not worry about me even if I
wanted to.
     
    “Well, why don’t you go take a little
break anyways before the lunch rush starts up,” she
said.
     
    “I will take you up on that,” I told
her. I went into the back and sat down on the old couch Joe put
back there for us to relax on during our breaks. I leaned back and
closed my eyes; I hadn’t really slept much the night before. A few
seconds, or maybe it was minutes went by and I heard the door open.
I didn’t open my eyes, I just said, “Sorry Joe, I’m
coming.”
     
    “Did I keep you out too late last
night?” I opened my eyes to see Aiden standing there looking at me.
He looked delicious in a pair of designer jeans and a red,
long-sleeved polo shirt.
     
    I sat up quickly and said, “Oh, Aiden.
I thought you were Joe. No, I just didn’t sleep very well last
night.”
     
    “I’m sorry, was it because of me?” he
asked. It was, partially. I looked at him and sighed.
     
    “Maybe a little. I have a lot to think
about. What are you doing back here anyways? Do you own this place
too?”
     
    He laughed, “Not hardly. Joe would
never sell to me. I asked your friend Rose if you were working this
morning and she told me you were back here. I didn’t ask she just
sent me on back.”
     
    “I believe that, Rose likes to fancy
herself a matchmaker,” I told him.
     
    “I have a meeting to run off to, but I
wanted to see what time you’re off today and if you’d like to spend
some more time together? I let you get away without getting your
number last night.”
     
    “Oh,” I said. It was a brilliant
response, I know. “Um, yeah…I get off at three. What are we going
to do?”
     
    “I’d rather it be a surprise,” he
said.
     
    “I’m just a little self-conscious in
my uniform,” I told him.
     
    “I’ll tell you what, I’ll have my
driver pick you up at three and take you home to change. Then he
can bring you to me.”
     
    “I can take a cab…”
     
    “Nate will be here with the car at
three,” he said. “Give me your cell number.” I called it out to him
as he put the numbers in his phone. “I have to run now. Have a good
day.”
     
    “Sure, you too…” he was already gone.
The man has a way with authority, that’s for sure.
     
    When I went back out to work, Rose and
Myra were both waiting to pounce.
     
    “You’re meeting in secret with Mr.
Dreamy pants aren’t you?” Rose said.
     
    I laughed and put on my apron, “No, he
came in last night as I was closing and ejected a drunk for me.
Then he invited me out to dinner…”
     
    Their squeals interrupted me, “Where
did he take you?” Myra asked.
     
    “An Italian place called
Giuseppe’s.”
     
    They squealed again, “Oh my God, girl!
Do you know the waiting list for that place is months long? Only
the elite go there!” Rose who kept up on these types of things
delighted in telling me.
     
    “Did he drive? What kind of car does
he have?” Myra asked. “I bet it’s something low, fast and Italian.”
Joe rang the bell behind us.
     
    “Orders up! I hope whatever kind of
car he has can carry all three of you because none of you will be
able to make your own car payment when I fire you for all that
gabbing.”
     
    “Speaking of low, fast and Italian,”
Rose said. All of the girls giggled. Joe was Italian and it was a
very fitting name all the way around. Rose picked up two plates off
the warmer and turned back towards me, “Not a word until I get
back, I want details.” I laughed and shook my head. I went over to
check on my customers and greet one new one. When I came back they
were both still dying to hear.
     
    “He called his driver and had him pick
us up,” I told them, vaguely.
     
    “Pick you up in what?”