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The Dick
Day 5
“Blueberry pancakes?”Eris asked the question, not waiting for my answer in the same bored tone she had every day I’d come into this forsaken diner. Her voice held little to no emotion at all. She didn’t linger at my table as she had the first day. Her eyes didn’t glisten with hope and question my every move. She talked as little as possible and put no effort into being nice to me, which was okay because at some point I returned the favor.
I wouldn’t have returned, but I forgot to leave her a tip on the first day. The second day I left twice as much, trying to make up for it, but her refusal was loud and clear in her mannerisms. I wanted to be rude to her the entire time I was here, but on occasion, I found my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I’d watch her. I didn’t want to come back into this place. Regardless of my wants, I found myself not only coming back into Dad’s Skillet, but also switching booths to have her as my waitress, which earned several glares from people. I glared back at them, letting them know to mind their own damn business. I didn’t owe them anything.