Vix and I stare at each other creating silent warfare with our eyes as we step inside. Mine sayingwould you stop, and her quiet counter withno, the fuck I won’t.
Then, the one voice that grates on Vix’s nerves more than anyone pierces through the air.
“Your usual booth, Knoxie?”
We both snap out of our silent heated exchange and look at the twenty-year-old. Her long dark hair is slicked back in a perfect ponytail, which bops as she smiles gleefully up at Knox.
“Yes, please, Rosie.” He winks at her.
She giggles, starry-eyed, while completely ignoring us.
“Right this way.” She brushes past him, tilting her head in a gesture for him to follow her, while swaying her hips to get his attention.
Vix rolls her eyes and mimics Rosie dramatically, then proceeds to give the universal sign of gagging herself with her own finger.
I can’t help but break out into a snicker and I see Rosie’s glare snap back for a second, looking at us like we’re children in trouble. I try to stifle my smirk, sliding between Knox and Vix.
Knox is completely oblivious to Vix’s antics.
“What’s so funny?” He looks between the both of us.
“Nothing,” Vix quips, softening her expression and batting her eyelashes playfully, “Knoxie.”
“Fuck you both,” he says, and neither of us can contain the laughter anymore.
Before we can get ourselves under control again, we hear the familiar voice of our favorite waitress.
“Hey, Dolls, the usuals?” she asks as she puts down three waters.
Angel has been working here since the opening of the diner nearly forty years ago. Her blonde updo and outfit looks like itcame from an eighties time capsule. We adore her, especially for the shit she always gives Knox.
While Vix and I both nod in unison, Knox pretends to look over the menu as if it's his first time. Angel stands there, tapping her toe at Knox.
“Knooooox?” she says in a stern drawl.
“Ah yes, I think I will haaavee the…” he trails off as if he doesn’t know the menu by heart.
“Knox,” she snaps.
“Ok, fine, Angel, the usual. Jeez, you don’t have to be so mean about it.” He pouts.
“Oh, that’s not mean, Knox. If you want me to be mean, babe,” she leans down towards his ear, “I could ask the cook to make you something special,” she says with a sinister smile, emphasizingspecial in air quotes.
Knox’s playful demeanor turns solemn as his throat bobs.
She laughs at him, shaking her head she turns her gaze back to Vix and I. “It will be right up, loves.”
“Wait, if they are your loves, what am I?” He pouts, sitting more upright in the booth as she starts to walk away.
“A pain in my ass, Knox, always a pain in my ass.” She glares at him over her glasses.
The mood noticeably lightens, and it feels like we’re back to being normal.
“I thought I was your favorite Angel?” he says, standing his ground like a child.
“Clearly, you’re delusional,” Vix says.
Knox grabs his chest. “You wound me with your vicious words, Tails.”
