“Oh?”
“Yeah. There was a place like this in town, locally run, cheesy décor, but the food was good. I always got chicken fingers and fries. I haven’t been there since I was sixteen.” She looked down at her lap.
“I like this place. It’s rarely busy and the food is fantastic. I haven’t hit a bad item on the menu yet.”
Jane glanced up at him, her surprise plain on her face. He met her shock with a grin. She was certain he’d latch on to that little piece of her past and use it to dig for more so when he didn’t, she didn’t know what to think, except to be grateful. He had worked at the diner and at sixteen she’d found out about the plan, found out why she’d gotten free refills on her milkshakes and double orders of fries all the time, and she hadn’t gone back. It wasn’t something she wanted
