GOOD GIRL

Colt

It's hard to figure out what I want to order with this waitress flaunting her peach-shaped ass in those tight bootcut jeans. I swallow hard, trying to adjust my focus back to the menu, trying to figure out what to get. Eggs. Everyone likes eggs, right? I look over to the register, where Tinley scurried off to, but I don't see her. I scan the counter and then lock eyes with her. She's barely peering over the counter, almost childlike, at me. Her eyes widen when she notices I see her; I'm staring back at her, and I'm not breaking my gaze. She quickly shoots to her feet and looks down, fiddling with her apron as she walks towards me. She pulls out her pen and little notebook, stopping before she's practically in my seat. Looking up from the notebook, I can't help but notice how enticing she is with her light blue eyes staring at me, her long black hair framing her oval face just right, and her white sparkly eyeshadow neatly covering her lids. She's waiting for me to order, and I've already envisioned every way I'd like to take her home with me. "Omelette." She pauses and then speaks softly, "Anything on it?" I look back at the menu, "Bacon and cheese. That's it." I fold up the menu pack to its originality and then hand it to her. She purposefully grabs a little too far, grazing my hand with her fingers, and smiles at me tauntingly.

Not long after I order, the hot food is already being set in front of me. "Careful, it's hot." Tinley warns me as I unwrap the silverware and pull out my fork. I nod in agreement as the steam explodes out of the omelette when my fork cuts through. She giggles as she watches the steam hit me in the face. "Enjoy." She says to me in a chipper voice, but I pay no mind. I'm doing her a favor by not feeding into the niceness. She'll realize sooner or later, but I can't deny the way I'd love to see those baby blues staring up at me.

I gather my utensils and napkin onto the plate and slap down a hundred-dollar bill onto the table as I squeeze myself out of this tiny booth. Tinley isn't in sight, so I leave without saying goodbye. I quickly hurry out the door, toward my truck. I get inside and start it before I hear the chime of the little bell above the front entrance door. Much to my dismay, here comes Tinley in all of her glory, waving the bill in her hand. "Wait! Wait, you forgot your-!" Before she can finish the sentence, I squeal out of the empty parking lot and onto the adjoining road. As I speed down the road, I look out of my rear view mirror. Standing in the middle of the dirt road is Tinley, looking confused, defeated, and upset. Her blue bra was still as profound through her white polo as it was sitting right in front of me, her arms weighted at her sides, and her black hair flying around in the warm breeze. Good. Keep your distance, Tinley.