I'm sitting here in this health hazard of a diner waiting for Scorpion. Stupid Godd.amn name, it's not like I have much of a choice in the matter. I couldn't risk these idiots showing up at my work again. I can't have anyone finding out what's going on between us.
"Hey hon what can I get you?" some weathered old waitress with a smoker's voice comes up to my table.
"I'm all set." I tell her trying to keep the disdain out of my voice. I wouldn't eat here if someone paid me to, it smells like p.iss and smoke in here.
"You sure? Not even a coffee?"
"I'm meeting someone here, he might eat something. In fact here he is now," I say motioning towards the door. The waitress laughs as she looks over at Scorpion.
"Of course he'll eat something. I'll get you your regular Scorpion."
"Thanks Dot
