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good, so when I get them, I know I won’t be disappointed.”
    “Sounds like an adventurous philosophy.”
    “Well, what do you recommend?”
    “You have to at least try our Mandarin Orange French toast. They’re loaded with powdered sugar. That’s what I always get.”
    “Ah. So, you’re an adventurous eater too?” Cameron teased.
    “Ok, I see what you did there. Yeah, I have my comfort zone. I like oranges. Anything with oranges.”
    “Oranges. Got it. So, did you always want to be a waiter or what?”
    Jennifer placed her hand on her hip. “What are you implying?”
    “I don’t know, it just seems like there’s got to be more jobs out there for you other than listing muffin options for the rest of your life.”
    “Really? Are you going to read my palm too?”
    “No, it’s. Hmm, let’s start over.” Cameron extended his hand. “I’m Cameron Frost.”
    “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Jennifer the Snowman.”
    “No kidding?”
    Jennifer laughed. Her cool demeanor and confident laugh made Cameron find her even more attractive. “Actually, it’s Jennifer Miller. My friends call me Jen.”
    “So, Jen, I want to be honest with you…I…come here every morning not for the omelets, but to watch you.”
    “Whoa. Creepy.”
    “No, no, no! That came out wrong. I meant to say…look, I’m…I mean, you are…”
    “Use your words…”
    “Jen, you’re...stunning.”
    “Like a scorpion or like the electric chair?”
    “No, nothing like that. Beautiful I mean. You’re beautiful.”
    Jen laughed to herself. “I knew it wasn’t the omelets.”
    “Look, I’ve seen how you treat the regulars. It’s amazing.”
    “Oh, I see. This must be the first time you’ve seen a girl wait tables?”
    Cameron leaned back, trying to play it cool. “I just find you very attractive.”
    “Yeeaaaah. How many times did you practic e tha t in the mirror?”
    Cameron shrugged. “If I get you to go out with me, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
    “Are you the health inspector or something?”
    “Ouch! Hey, what happened to cute and friendly?”
    “Oh, I just put on that face for the old customers. If I smiled and winked at everyone, I think my face would fall off by the end my shift from muscle exhaustion. So, is this a regular occurrence - stalking waitresses and hitting on them at random diners? Or, are you checking every Denny’s off the map and scoring chicks cross country?”
    Cameron was getting frustrated. “Do they pay you more to be this sassy?”
    “No, actually people tip less when I’m myself. Go figure.”
    “Well, forget I said anything.” Chris tapped his spoon on the table. “So, what do you do besides this?”
    “I’m in college for Electrical Engineering. Wires, circuits, building computers…that sort of thing.”
    “Like NASA?”
    “Umm.”
    “Just kidding. Wow, that’s…”
    “Cool, I know.” Jen shifted her weight from one hip to the other. “There aren’t too many girls in my major.”
    “How far are you?” He asked.
    “I’m a senior. Almost done. Then I can actually go change the world and all that. Who knows, maybe I’ll build an anti-gravity car or something. What about you?”
    Cameron smiled. “I’m a photographer right now, but I’ve always been interested in criminal justice.”
    “It’s funny you say that. I’m in a criminology class right now. That’s scary stuff.”
    “You can say that again,” Cameron glanced out the diner window.
    “That’s scary stuff.” Jen didn’t bat an eye.
    “Hey! Yeah, all of those wind-up crazies who walk around, I mean, they could be in the house next to you, and you’d have no idea.”
    “Right, until something went wrong.” Jen stopped. “Wait, why are we talking about this? I’m not making any more tips for chatting with you, am I?”
    “That depends…”
    “One boring-smoring omelet comin’ right up.”
    As Jen walked back to the kitchen, Cameron wondered what just happened. He stared at his rolled-up