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SCARLETT
Lila, the waitress who read us the specials in the Pinup Paradise Diner, placed one hand in the pocket of the low-slung black apron wrapped around her tiny hips. While Aiden looked hotter than hot in his reading glasses and concentrated on the menu, she stood behind him and held up her fingers at me in an “Okay” sign as if to say, “Way to go landing the stud muffin.”
Her face took on an innocent expression when Aiden looked up and ordered for both of us, insisting on getting me banana chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream on top. After shoving her small paper pad into one of the front pockets on her apron, Lila grabbed our menus and pointed at me. “We need to get together, Scarlett. So many things to catch up on.” Then she pirouetted away from us and sashayed toward the
