The next evening after my shift, the diner smelled like old grease and burnt coffee, the way it always did at closing time. I was wiping down the last table when Sofia poked her head out from the back.
“You good to lock up? I’ve got a hot date today, don't wait up for me, i will be back late.”
I gave her a tired smile. “Go. I’ll finish up.”
She blew me a kiss and disappeared out the back door. I finished wiping the table and stepped outside, I was pulling my bag higher on my shoulder when I saw him.
Damien was leaning against the wall a few feet away, half-hidden in the shadow between two streetlights. He wasn’t in a suit tonight, just dark jeans and a black sweater that made his shoulders look even broader. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it. He l
