My breath came out in little puffs of mist, even though the night wasn't that cold. Or maybe I was just still rattled. Between Dominic's intense eyes, his ridiculous car, and talking about Liam… I felt like my brain was spinning.
I finally dragged my feet toward the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. A blast of greasy diner warmth and the faint smell of burnt coffee hit me in the face.
"Look who decided to show up!" a voice boomed across the room.
I glanced up to see Mr. Sun standing behind the counter, polishing a mug with a rag that was probably older than me.
"Oh my, my favorite worker made it here," he teased, squinting at me over his glasses. "I was already placing bets with the cooks on whether you'd show."
I ducked my head. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Mr. Sun wagged a finger at me, grinning. "Don't you sass me, boy. I been standing here counting plates and praying my dishwasher don't die. I could use a miracle."
