“What do you say, Lola? Cafe Du Coin is coming up,” Damien adds, pointing to the sign.
Lola perks up with a smile, making eye contact with him in the mirror. Damien’s eyes spark deep gray, catching her glance. She looks scarlet from all the blushing and turns away to speak.
“Sure, I don’t have anywhere to be,” Lola says, making me happy our time isn’t ending.
Damien pulls into the small parking lot attached to the cafe. We get out of the car, and all I can do is stare at Lola. Even after working eight hours on her feet, she’s graceful and poised, adjusting her work uniform.
Lola pulls at the protective sleeves and fixes the wrinkles of her dress. I think she looks sexy, but I can tell she’s self-conscious. Lola takes off her name badge, stashing it away in her purse.
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