Rain Point of View
I sat at a booth in the corner of the family-owned restaurant where Diesel took me. It's simple and looks like a family place. Nothing was extravagant. It's self-serve, actually.
I told him I wanted to eat anywhere and not any fancy food place.
My eyes focused on Diesel, who was walking towards me with a tray of food. I saw a pizza and some fries on the tray. I could see the stream coming from the slices and the newly cooked French fries. The smell of melted cheese has already filled my nose since I walked through the door.
Diesel has been keeping an eye on me. He doesn't trust me. He's afraid I'll run.
My stomach rumbled as Diesel took a seat across from me. He pushed a slice of sausage pizza towards me, and I looked down at it momentarily. I thought about p
