Page 32 of Small Town Shy Omega
Delilah's Diner was open for business, and I was glad because I was hungry.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Delilah couldn’t resist smirking at me.
I snorted at Delilah, glad my Alphas were there to protect me. “Don’t be upset that I haven’t been in a while, sweetie,” I said sassily, putting my hands on my hips. “Your best customer sometimes has to… give her a wallet a break.”
Besides, now that I had three Alphas in my life… they’d pay for my meals.
Delilah wore her customary hostess apron and her poofy hair looked grandmotherly and sweet. She had a Midwestern accent, and as soon as we entered we felt welcome. Though snarky, her humor was always in good fun and I wound up enjoying myself every time we spoke.
The smells of fresh burgers, home fries, and her famous chicken pot pie wafted through the air. Diners cycled in, reading the menus as they chose what to eat. People sipped their drinks, and there was even a jukebox that had one song playing on repeat. The song was by Little Big Town, and I appreciated the country music.
The vibes were good and the food smelled great. I typically liked ordering a bacon-chicken sandwich, though sometimes I opted for a small salad.
The steak salad I’d gotten a few weeks ago was good, but we’d really just swung by for a quick lunch. Not like a day out on the town, like we were doing now.
“What are you getting?” Delilah pulled out her pad.
“Hmmmm,” I mumbled, looking at the menu.
“Not talking to you,” Delilah snorted, looking at my Alphas.
“Hey,” I snapped, my eyes shooting up. “Those Alphas are mine, D.”
“You take forever to order. I’m starting with the men.”
“Oh, rude much?” I scorched her with a death glare.
“This has nothing to do with rudeness,” Delilah teased. “It’s because I know you, Layla… And you take forever to order.
“And,” Delilah went on, “younever make up your mind. Girl, how is that even possible?! And then you want a dozen customizations… You can’t eat bacon if it’s been cooked beside onions, your burgers are too pink… OMG let a girl cook.”
I pursed my lips, looking at my Alphas. “Are you really going to let her get away with that?”
Josh looked at Blake, and both Alphas tried not to laugh.
“Is our Omega a picky eater, Delilah?” They acted like they didn't know I was.
Delilah eyed me warily.
“Picky eater is putting it mildly,” she snorted. “Layla is my mostdifficultclient.”
“You’re going to ruin my relationship, D,” I laughed. I pretended like I was near tears.
Delilah rolled her eyes.
“Beware of her tears,” Delilah hissed. “She’s cried over getting the wrong slice of pie before… Shy girls aren’t always what they seem, gentlemen. Sometimes they’re just as dramatic as the other girls.”
“Wowwwwwww,” I drawl out, sipping my complementary water. I chomp on ice cube. “I think… we need a new server.”
Delilah glared at me. “Less yapping, and more ordering.”
Josh ordered a bacon cheeseburger, Dreydon got the pot pie, and Blake picked the meatloaf.
“Avoid the meatloaf,” I warned.
Blake’s eyes focused on me. “I love meatloaf.”
“Delilah’s is dryer than a bone,” I huffed out.
