"No. I'm just not used to working so long. Apparently the new girl gets used and abused the first few days."
He smiles bigger, and then he leans back.
"What are you doing after work?" he asks while propping up on some crates behind him.
"Why? You having another party?"
He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. "No party, but I wouldn't mind you coming over… if you want to that is."
"You wouldn't mind me coming over? That doesn't sound like much of an invitation," I tease while stacking a few more boxes of stuff in the corner, pretending to stay busy so I don't fall prey to his emerald green eyes.
"I suppose it didn't. Let me rephrase it. Would you like to come over after work?"
Trying not to grin like a girly idiot, I shrug as I turn around. "I could, but it'll be late. I'm closing up at eleven, and then I'll need to go change and wash away the diner."
"I could come to your place if you prefer," he suggests, his lips turning up in a seductive grin.
We'd be alone at my place, and I don't know if that's a good idea… Definitely not a good idea.
"That sounds better, actually," I blurt out. What? "You want to meet me there around eleven thirty?"
I've lost my damn mind.
"I'll just swing by and walk you home. I don't like the vibe I'm getting from that guy. I don't mind waiting in your living room."
Oh damn. Tell him no. Tell him never mind.
"Sounds good."
Dumbass girl.
"Great," he says with a smile, and then he ushers me back out.
I glance over to the counter to see Frankie sipping his coffee beside the night stalker who seems a little paler now. Frankie gives me a wink, letting me know he just gave the lone stalker a hint that I have backup.
Kane glances over his shoulder, making butterflies stir when his eyes meet mine, and then he slides back into the booth beside the girl who is now fuming.
"Would you like some more coffee, sir?" I ask while staring at the less antagonistic night stalker.
"No thank you," he says, and then clears his throat. "I should be on my way."
He stands up and throws a ten on the table before walking out with his tail between his legs. I smile at Frankie who leans back with a triumphant grin.
"Well, that's that."
"What'd you say to him?" I whisper.
"Nothing. Sometimes words aren't necessary," he whispers back, and then he gives me a menacing wink. "Just give me a call if you have any more problems."
He stands up and then waves before walking out the door.
Kane turns around and comes to the counter as I wipe it clean and cash out the night stalker's coffee.
"So, it's almost eleven. Can I just stick around?" he asks as his friends come up to leave their money behind on the counter.
"Um, if you want to," I murmur a little shakily.