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    Jen returned with a large plate of Mandarin Orange French Toast and gently placed it in front of Cameron.
    He looked at the plate for a moment then up to Jen’s beaming face.
    “I didn’t order this.”
    “I don’t care.” Jen’s eyes widened. “You try to hit on me again, and I’ll bring you a liver sandwich with a side of fried okra.” Then she turned around and began to walk away.
    “Yeah, I’m smelling what you’re stepping in.”
    Jen turned on her heel and gave Cameron the death glare. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” She walked forward and stood towering over him.
    An awkward moment came and went.
    “I’m like the only person I know who says that.” She smiled. “Good job, handsome.” Jen patted Cameron on the back. “At least you’ve got that going for you. Next time, let’s cut the chit chat and focus on the French toast, okay?”
    Jen stretched out her hand to Cameron. He grasped it and shook it.
    “I have a feeling you’re going to be single for a long time,” Cameron said through gritted teeth.
    Jen mimicked his obnoxious tone. “That’s what I’m going for. Single and loving it!”
    Cameron released her hand.
    “You’re a real charmer yourself,” she said.” Have a nice day.” Jen attended to another family table.
    More than any other girl Cameron had met, this one made him angry. He could tell she was sharp, maybe even smarter than he was, but he obviously wasn’t going out with her tonight.
    When Jen returned to the kitchen, veteran waitress Molly playfully elbowed her in the side. “Hey, what’s going on out there, Jen?”
    “Well, if you need help with your apartment renovations, there’s a tota l too l at table seven. I’m sure he could help.” She grabbed a tray of burgers for a family party sitting in a curved booth, balancing them on her hand.
    “Jen, seriously. He’s hot. Give him a chance.”
    “Yeah, he’s great until he opens his mouth.”
    “Come on, Jen, this happens all the time. Sweet guys come in and talk to you and you basically tell them to shove it. I wish I had your problems…”
    “No. You don’t. And this one’s a creeper. Trust me.”
    “At least he’s close to your age,” Molly said.
    “Yeah, at least he has all his teeth,” Jen said as she flung the swinging kitchen doors open.
     
     
     
    Jen’s behavior followed a notable pattern.
    The more she agitated a guy, the more she liked him. She was a girl who thrived on control. Besides, any guy that could handle her wisecracks was probably worth giving a try.
    And Cameron didn’t let Jen’s snide comments get to him. He was drawn to her strength. She wasn’t like the other girls – she had a spine.
    As his interest grew in Jennifer Miller, Cameron kept ordering omelets and she kept bringing powdered French toast with a side of sass – just to screw with him. As sort of a running gag, Cameron started to bring an orange every morning.
    He would draw a funny face on the orange with a marker and toss it to her across the restaurant. Every time she caught it, Jen dug her nails into the rind, letting the tart spray glisten in the sunlight streaming through the diner windows.
    Certain days, Cameron got a different waitress, but he still managed to steal glances at Jen. There were times she seemed to take the long way around the diner just to walk by his table.
    He knew he liked Jen because he was extremely nervous around her. It was as if she pressed a button that flipped his stomach every time she walked by. Consequently, Cameron was becoming fond of Mandarin Orange French Toast and even fonder of Jen’s attention.
     
     
     
    Then, one breezy Colorado morning, Cameron entered Denny’s with a fresh bouquet of flowers in hand. He sat down in the booth and straightened his new blue tie.
    The kitchen doors swung open and Jen stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t help but notice the flowers and Cameron’s clean-cut appearance. No question, this was all for her.
    Jen