Lucian
I sat in the diner for another ten minutes after Lexi left, staring at her half-eaten pancakes and trying to figure out how one small woman could turn my perfectly ordered life upside down.
The waitress, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and coffee stains on her apron, approached my table. “You gonna order something, honey, or just sit there looking like someone stole your puppy?”
“Just coffee,” I muttered, pulling out my wallet.
She poured me a cup of what looked like motor oil. “That your girlfriend who ran off?”
I nearly choked on the bitter liquid. “She's not my girlfriend.”
“Uh-huh.” The waitress gave me a knowing look. “And I'm the Queen of England.” She mocked. “You got that same look my husband gets when I'm being stubborn.”
“She's…” I paused, not sure how to explai
