Diara
“Eliot, hello,” I greeted him. He looked impeccable in his long coat and shiny shoes, out of place in a diner like this one.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said with a kind smile, “I’ve met you again so soon.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I came to grab a milkshake,” he said quickly, nodding to the woman behind the counter. She was stunned by his presence, her jaw dropping.
“W-what kind, sir?” she stammered, regaining her composure.
Eliot blanched. “What do you mean?”
“What kind of milkshake would you like?” she clarified.
“Oh, I didn’t know there were types,” he murmured. So he wasn’t really here for a milkshake. I couldn’t imagine him actually drinking one. Did he see me and follow me? It was stalkerish behaviour.
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