Chapter 18
Anna
As I stood with Randy near the limo, my gaze kept drifting to the front door, where Flynn and Felicity were talking too low for me to make out.
It's not that I wanted to eavesdrop, but Iwascurious. In search of a distraction, I looked to Randy and said, "So, you got to meet Felicity Saint Cloud, huh?"
For someone who'd just met a bigtime movie star, he looked decidedly unenthused.
I could totally relate.
He snuck a quick glance toward the famous couple and said, "Yeah, well, it's a job, right?"
I could relate to this, too. After all, Randy wasn't theonlyone being paid to be here – not that I could sharethatlittle detail with him. So instead, I tried for a self-deprecating joke. "Probably better than slinging waffles, huh?"
"Says you." He lowered his voice. "You want the truth? She's kind of mean."
Based on what I'd seen, this was a huge understatement. Still, hoping to make him feel better, I said, "Well, maybe she's having of those days."
"You want a bad day," he said, "try drivingheraround."
I winced. "That bad?"
"Oh yeah. Get this. Coming out here, she tells me to hit a Starbucks on the way. And when I tell her I can't, she flips out."
I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. "But we don'thavea Starbucks." This was surprisingly true. Wedidhave a couple of local coffee shops, but they weren't part of any famous chain.
"I know," Randy said. "And when I tell her that, what does she do? She calls me a moron and threatens to shove a latte up my ass if I don't stop."
I stifled a nervous laugh. "She did not."
But Randy wasn't laughing. "Swear to God. And what Iwantto tell her is, 'Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that if you got no latte?'"
I couldn’t help but snicker. "Good question."
"Yeah, tell me about it." He shrugged. "But eh, what's the point? Customer's always right, huh?"
My heart went out to him. At the waffle house, most of my customers were pretty nice. But every once in a while, I waited on someone who was truly awful – or even worse, a whole tableful of awful people. By now, I realized a terrible truth. Awful people? They ran in packs.
Like rabid dogs.
Maybe this explained the thing with Flynn and Felicity. From what I gathered, neither one of them were all sunshine and roses.
I gave Randy a sympathetic look. "Don’t feel too bad," I said. "One time at the restaurant, someone threw a waffle at my face."
He perked up. "No kidding?"
"No kidding." I laughed at the memory. "But get this. I ducked just in time, and guess what happened."
"What?"
"They missed. But who does it hit?"
"Who?"
"Frank Nelson."
Randy grinned. "The cop? No freaking way."
