“What can I get
you?”
“I want a date.”
Caroline frowned. “Do you mean the
date nut bread or the date bars? We have both.”
“I don’t mean
either one.” He smiled so beatifically that Caroline wanted to hit him. “I
want you to give me a date that we can get married.”
He didn’t bother
to lower his voice, so several customers' heads swiveled their way.
“I’ll bring you
the date bars. They’re good.”
Caroline hustled
away and returned with the date bars and some coffee. “Here.”
She put a ticket down beside him and ran away before he could try to
talk to her.
Wes
ate the date bars and drank his coffee.
He looked at his bill and called, “Caroline, I'm ready to pay.”
Caroline was
making a mess of the egg salad anyway, so she dried her hands and went to take
his money. “That’ll be four fifty five. ”
Wes placed a
folded five dollar bill in her hand.
“Keep the change.”
“You’re the last
of the big tippers, Wes.” She went to the register to put the money
away, but when she unfolded the five, a diamond ring fell out into the change in
the register drawer.
