Elodie’s pov
The diner was a bit slow this morning and quiet, the kind of quiet that let you hear everything— the soft clinking of cups, the low hum of the refrigerator,and the rhythmic patter of rain.
Then, the bell of the diner chimed, it’s cheerful ringing breaking through the calm. A gust of wind followed the door as it opened, letting me know a customer had just walked in.
Looking up, I saw it was a male customer. I glanced at Sally, my co worker to see if she was going to take his order, but she was checking him out.
Really.
I really couldn’t understand Sally or what her type of men were, she always gaped at the good looking men who came into the diner but with all her staring, she was hardly interested in any.
I glanced at the customer also trying to see why she was looking
