“Sit anywhere ya like. Menus are on the table.”
They slid into a corner booth and perused the menus. When the waitress came over to take their order, Lela ordered eggs, hash browns, and sourdough toast. The waitress scribbled her order down on her pad. “You got it. Nathan, what do you want?”
That caught her off guard, but Lela didn’t know why she was surprised. Of course the locals would know Nathan; he’d been a part of their community for years. He was probably considered a local himself.
“I’ll take the steak and eggs, please. Thanks, Wanda.”
“You got it, honey.” She winked at him.
Lela grinned. “Oh boy, she’s a fan.”
“What? No.”
She laughed at the slight blush that blossomed over his cheeks. “Do you come here a lot?”
“Depends. Sometimes I feel like being alone, and other times I
