back out to face Mrs. Harris.
The next few hours were busy. Betty’s Diner was the only restaurant in Waverly, so we had a full house most nights.
Cassie came in right as it slowed back down, so I decided to take my break. I waltzed to the kitchen to clock out and take off my apron.
“Could you make me a couple of burgers, please?” I asked Damon sweetly.
“I guess I could do that.” His lips tipped up at the sides.
“Thank you.” I smiled. I took two cups and a pitcher of water with me to the booth that Cassie lounged in.
“Food is on its way.” I slid into the seat across from her.
“Good, I’m starving.” She poured herself a glass of water. “Do you want to use my cell to call Aiden?”
“No, it can wait until Saturday. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to have that conversation over the phone.”
“Face to face is good. Face on face is even better.” She winked before glancing behind me. Her expression changed to flirty and she said, “Who is the hottie bringing over our food?” Damon walked up and set our food down in front of us.
“Cassie this is Damon, our cook. Damon this is Cassie.” I introduced.
“Nice to meet you.” Damon gave her a nod.
“Back at you.” She said, giving him a smile. Damon went back to the kitchen and she said, “If things don’t work out with you and Aiden, you should definitely hook up with him. ”
“Cassie, you think I should hook up with every cute guy.” I rolled my eyes.
“So, you admit you think Damon’s hot.” She teased.
“Well, yeah. I mean look at him.” I grinned.
“I thought I’d bring you some fries.” I heard Damon say beside me. He eyed us awkwardly, set them down, and waltzed back toward the kitchen.
“Oh my God! I’m going to kill you Cassie. How long was he standing there?” I asked her.
“Long enough to hear how cute you think he is.” She laughed.
I was horrified. I knew my face was bright red. I would definitely remember to get her back for this. I finished my burger and fries while I listened to her rattle on over Ryan.
When my break was over, I darted through the kitchen to the back office to clock back in. I stood in there for a second deciding how I wanted to approach Damon. I seriously could strangle Cassie. She really knew how to make things awkward for me. I took a deep breath and entered the kitchen.
“Listen, I know you heard Cassie and me talking back there…” I began.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. It’s never a bad thing to hear a cute girl admitting she thinks you’re hot.” He said with his side smile.
“Okay, so we’re cool? No awkwardness?” I asked.
“We’re as cool as Vanilla Ice.” He said.
“Then we’re lame?” I teased.
“Oh, you better take that back before I start rapping.” He threatened.
“Okay, I take it back, just please do not start rapping.” I laughed.
The rest of the night went smoothly. We even got the diner cleaned in record time, so we were all getting out early. I stepped out the back door into the cold and wrapped my sweater around me, preparing for the long walk home.
“Do you need a ride?” Damon asked me as he stepped outside. I almost turned him down but decided a warm car was far too appealing.
“Sure.” I said.
I followed him around to the front as Kayla was locking the back door. He drove an old red Camaro, but it was well taken care of, so it still appeared nice.
“Where do you live?” He asked me when I slid into the passenger’s seat.
“Mansfield Street.” I told him, and he began driving. He flipped on the radio and a Metallica song came on.
“Do you like them?” He asked me.
“Yeah, Enter Sandman is one of my favorite songs.” I answered.
“Mine, too.” He smiled.
“That’s my house.” I pointed it out as we got closer.
“Oh. I didn’t realize you lived with Bill and Judy.” He sounded taken aback.
“How do you know Bill and Judy?” I asked, surprised.
“I lived with them six years ago. I was only there for maybe
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