“Busy night?” he asked after a moment.
“Jeff…” I warned him.
“What? I’m just asking. Usually, customers like to talk about the rough day they had at work.”
I rolled my eyes. Despite my best efforts, Jeff knew what I did for work. I’ve been coming to the diner long enough that things slipped out, and the curious kid put the pieces together. I just hoped he wasn’t going around and telling his friends at school. “How about you worry about getting yourself back in school?”
He threw a patty on the grill before washing his hands, then turned to look at me. “I still have a year left. I’ll figure it out. So about the girls—”
“That’s enough, Jeff.”
He shook his head with a smile on his face and went back to making my food.
After I finished my burger and fries, I walked to the apartment. The streets were now full of people rushing to get to work. The cafés were packed with people eager to get their morning coffee. It was my favorite part of the day because I could go inside and sleep while the rest of the world spent their day in a cubicle.