[Do not be fooled--this is the same story (for those of you who knew it as AiA), only with a new title. I want to thank Kaye21 for working her creative magic on both the title, and revisions. Thanks girl! I owe you big<3]
“Demons be damned, I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.” –Viktoriya Price
Monday nights at Dan’s Roadkill were slow. Yeah, I know. With a name like that for a diner, one would expect every day to be dead. Bad marketing notwithstanding, our weekend crowds were pretty heavy. Probably because, despite the false advertising, the food here was sinfully delicious. The atmosphere was just as alluring, too; the restaurant resembled an old-western saloon—all wood, loud music, and friendly patrons.
It was one hour past closing and I’d already cashed out, cleaned my tables, and finished my side-work. I was on a roll, and glad for it. My feet hurt, my head hurt, and I was exhausted from the double shift I’d worked. I couldn’t wait to get home and take a much welcomed hot shower that would wash away the lingering scents of beef, barbeque sauce, and beer.
Since I was the closer, I was the only person left in the diner, with the exception of my boss, Danny Brooks. I found him in his back office doing the managerial paperwork, and even though the door was partially open, I knocked anyways.
Danny motioned me in without looking up from his work. He was a man in his early thirties, and well built. Like most Texans who spent time out in the sun, he was tan. He also had a biker-like handlebar mustache, as well as an affinity for cowboy hats. His favorite black suede Rodeo King currently rested near the corner of his desk looking neglected.
“Side-work’s all finished,” I told him, readjusting my loose ponytail, “if you want to check me out.”
This time, he did look up. His eyes grazed over me slowly, starting at me feet and lingering on my curves until he met my incredulous stare. “Lookin’ good, Vik.”
I rolled my eyes. “Down, Sparky. I was talking about my side-work.”
He let out a loud, booming laugh, amusement in his eyes. “Well aware. Just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Danny stretched, and let out a bear of a yawn. “I trust your judgment,” he continued, with a wave of his hand. “You’re free to go.”
“Someone’s in a good mood.” Normally, he inspected everyone’s work, to make sure no one did a half-assed job on their cleaning duties.
“I’m always in a good mood when I work with you, darlin’,” he said, teasing.
It was no secret Danny had somewhat of a crush on me. All my co-workers knew, and even some of the regulars. Unfortunately for him, the feeling wasn’t mutual—a fact he was well aware of. Attractive though he may be, he just wasn’t my type, and not to mention nearly a decade older than me. He was, and always would be, just a good friend.