Jules POV
The grease smell never comes out.
I've showered twice tonight and I can still smell it in my hair, on my skin, buried in my pores. Mel's Diner clings to everything.
"Order up!" Mel shouts from the kitchen.
I grab the plates—burger, fries, more fries—and deliver them to table seven. Three guys from campus, already drunk at 11 PM on a Tuesday.
"Thanks, sweetheart." One of them winks at me.
I force a smile. "Anything else?"
"Yeah." Another leans back in his chair. "Aren't you Coach Rowan's daughter?"
My stomach drops. "Your food's getting cold."
"No, seriously. You're that girl who hooked up with the football player." He looks at his friends. "The one who destroyed the team."
"Enjoy your meal." I turn to leave.
His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. "We're talking to you
