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“Two breakfast specials to go, please.”
Her smile brightens, “Getting breakfast for you and a buddy, huh?”
I lick my lips and debate how to respond, but I know how this conversation will go if I don’t tell her I’m with a woman. “Not so much, more like for me and my girl.”
Oakleigh isn’t mine in the least bit, but this chick doesn’t know that.
Her perky demeanor falters, “Oh, I see. Well, how do you both want your eggs?”
Fuck, I don’t know how she wants her eggs.
“One scrambled, one fried.” I decide.
She nods, writing down on her notepad. “Okay, and for your protein, do you want sausage links, patties, bacon, or fried ham?”
“One order of links, one fried ham, and add a hefty serving of bacon on the side, please.”
She continues writing them down. “Okay, perfect. Do you two want waffles, pancakes, French toast, or crepes?”
What the fuck are crepes?
I don’t know, but they sound like they’re crappy.
“One order of pancakes, and one French toast.”
“Perfect, perfect. Do you two want hash browns, fried potatoes, grits, or something else?”
God damn, when am I gonna have to stop making decisions. “Um, one fried potatoes, one hash brown. Can I get two cupsof coffee to go, with a side of creamers and sugars, and some orange juice too?”
She continues writing everything down and smiles, “Sure can. That’ll be twenty-seven, forty-two.”
I dig into my back pocket and pull out my wallet, handing her two twenty dollar bills. “Keep the change.”
She smiles brightly at me. “Thank you. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
I wait until the food is ready and when it is, waste no time getting back into the room.
Inserting the key in the door, I try like hell to be quiet, uncertain if she’s awake or not.
Sure as shit, she’s still blissfully sleeping.
I know she needs her rest, but I need her to get some food in her belly before we leave.
I head over to the table near the bed and place all of the containers down, put the coffees next to them, and grab the plastic silverware.
Approaching her quietly, I sit on the edge of the bed and run my fingertips along her cheek. “Oakleigh, it’s time to wake up.” I shake her shoulder gently. “I got you some breakfast.”
She bats her eyes a few times and looks around, slowly coming to.
Her eyes flutter open, and she blinks at me multiple times, “Razor?" she mumbles sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Time for breakfast," I chuckle, lacing my fingers between hers, “Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.”
Oakleigh mumbles something I can’t quite make out, but she manages to get over to the table and take a seat.
She’s sleepily opening her coffee, making it the way she likes with a splash of creamer.
I watch every single movement she makes as I dig into my food, wondering how a smart girl like her fell into drugs.
