turn. It’s fucking beautiful.
It’s nine am, now and because the college classes start early, the students are all gone as the local crowd slowly trickled in.
“I’ll take a black cat with a dog’s breakfast, please,” Horny asks politely as he passes me back the menu.
“Gimme a crystal goblet with berries, pig’s in sauce, with double juggled chicks,” the portly man to Horny’s right states as he hands me his menu. Turning to the next gentleman at the table, who’s obviously a Sheriff from the look of his pressed green shirt, walkie-talkie clipped high up on his collar, and the gun holster resting naturally against his hip. “Flattened cow, two prickled kids with a creamy cup please, sugar.”
“Got it.” I take the menus tucking them under my arm and ask. “Any of you want mayo or hot sauce?”
“Yeah, tell Gus I have pepto today so we’re set,” Horny says as the cop smiles. I pour him the black coffee, leaving a stack of the creamers he asked for.
The wildly creative names that Hazel had put on her menu never fail to make me laugh. She said it made it more interesting, and I could understand that. Saying cheesy scrambled eggs, with toast and honey fifty times could get monotonous, but saying cheese babies, toasted wheaties, bee butt’s and a black cat instead of coffee seems a lot more fun.
As the morning passed by, I’d found my gaze drifting back over to the shop every so often. The garage opened up a few hours ago, and with all the traffic in the restaurant, I haven’t had a chance to pop over and ask about my car.
Travis came in with a tow early on, gingerly setting down a shiny, baby blue car by the doors, before pushing it into the shop, by hand like it was made of glass. The lines on the body are sensual, with rounded front fenders like a woman’s big boobs, thin midsection, lack black high top convertible cover, and white trim on the wheels. It’s definitely not from this era, probably not even from before Hazel was born, but it’s beautiful. I can see the beauty in its style.
Definitely way above my pay grade.
“Staring doesn’t get food on the tables, girl,” Gus says from behind me. “Your orders are up.”
“Yep, Gus, right on it.” Picking up the hot trays of hash, eggs, toast and home sliced ham, I serve the hungry masses once more.
Gus kept me hopping all morning. I think he thought I was watching Ryker, but really it was the fact that I worried my Creature was sidelined yet again, now that the new car had come through the doors. I was feeling relaxed and comfortable in this environment, and if I let myself feel happy, I knew it would be ripped out from under me. Knowing that I can get on the road soon makes me feel like I have an objective to count down to. I know Ryker said he’d get on it, and that I’d be here only a week as he repaired it, but I’ve never had people I could trust; not their judgement, not their actions, and definitely not their word. When enough people let you down, you don’t look for things to go your way. I’m suspicious of it happening so suddenly now.
Around eleven o’clock, the clouds open up with a massive downpour, pretty much stripping the diner of customers. Hazel said customers melt away in rain like they’re all made of sugar, which left me sitting in a ghosted room. I’ve already cleaned all the sugar containers, and refilled the salt n’ pepper shakers.
“Kate,” Hazel calls from the kitchen. I set down the last shaker before wandering over to see what she needs. I pass through the kitchen area, where Gus is sitting on his stool reading a local paper. He looks up from the article and smiles.
“Hey kid.”
“Hey, Gus.”
I poke my head into her Harry Potter cupboard of an office. The desk is littered with bills, notices and order forms of all colors. “What’s up?”
“When it’s wet like this, the mechanics from the shop won’t venture out. I don’t blame them, really.
It’s nine am, now and because the college classes start early, the students are all gone as the local crowd slowly trickled in.
“I’ll take a black cat with a dog’s breakfast, please,” Horny asks politely as he passes me back the menu.
“Gimme a crystal goblet with berries, pig’s in sauce, with double juggled chicks,” the portly man to Horny’s right states as he hands me his menu. Turning to the next gentleman at the table, who’s obviously a Sheriff from the look of his pressed green shirt, walkie-talkie clipped high up on his collar, and the gun holster resting naturally against his hip. “Flattened cow, two prickled kids with a creamy cup please, sugar.”
“Got it.” I take the menus tucking them under my arm and ask. “Any of you want mayo or hot sauce?”
“Yeah, tell Gus I have pepto today so we’re set,” Horny says as the cop smiles. I pour him the black coffee, leaving a stack of the creamers he asked for.
The wildly creative names that Hazel had put on her menu never fail to make me laugh. She said it made it more interesting, and I could understand that. Saying cheesy scrambled eggs, with toast and honey fifty times could get monotonous, but saying cheese babies, toasted wheaties, bee butt’s and a black cat instead of coffee seems a lot more fun.
As the morning passed by, I’d found my gaze drifting back over to the shop every so often. The garage opened up a few hours ago, and with all the traffic in the restaurant, I haven’t had a chance to pop over and ask about my car.
Travis came in with a tow early on, gingerly setting down a shiny, baby blue car by the doors, before pushing it into the shop, by hand like it was made of glass. The lines on the body are sensual, with rounded front fenders like a woman’s big boobs, thin midsection, lack black high top convertible cover, and white trim on the wheels. It’s definitely not from this era, probably not even from before Hazel was born, but it’s beautiful. I can see the beauty in its style.
Definitely way above my pay grade.
“Staring doesn’t get food on the tables, girl,” Gus says from behind me. “Your orders are up.”
“Yep, Gus, right on it.” Picking up the hot trays of hash, eggs, toast and home sliced ham, I serve the hungry masses once more.
Gus kept me hopping all morning. I think he thought I was watching Ryker, but really it was the fact that I worried my Creature was sidelined yet again, now that the new car had come through the doors. I was feeling relaxed and comfortable in this environment, and if I let myself feel happy, I knew it would be ripped out from under me. Knowing that I can get on the road soon makes me feel like I have an objective to count down to. I know Ryker said he’d get on it, and that I’d be here only a week as he repaired it, but I’ve never had people I could trust; not their judgement, not their actions, and definitely not their word. When enough people let you down, you don’t look for things to go your way. I’m suspicious of it happening so suddenly now.
Around eleven o’clock, the clouds open up with a massive downpour, pretty much stripping the diner of customers. Hazel said customers melt away in rain like they’re all made of sugar, which left me sitting in a ghosted room. I’ve already cleaned all the sugar containers, and refilled the salt n’ pepper shakers.
“Kate,” Hazel calls from the kitchen. I set down the last shaker before wandering over to see what she needs. I pass through the kitchen area, where Gus is sitting on his stool reading a local paper. He looks up from the article and smiles.
“Hey kid.”
“Hey, Gus.”
I poke my head into her Harry Potter cupboard of an office. The desk is littered with bills, notices and order forms of all colors. “What’s up?”
“When it’s wet like this, the mechanics from the shop won’t venture out. I don’t blame them, really.
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