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Lyric was wiping down the counter when the bell over the door rang out the next night. She looked up to see Jerry walk in. She blushed and dropped her eyes right away. The memory of the dream came flooding back to her. Why did she dream of him? Why had she been dressed so weirdly? She had been speaking French but in the real world, she hadn't spoken French since high school and that was fourteen years ago.

" Lyric, right?" Jerry's voice came over her suddenly, as if he had rushed to the counter. Lyric looked up and found him sitting directly in front of her with a smile. She blushed again and turned away.

" Yeah, that's right." She said as she pretended to be cleaning the other counter. Jerry's smile turned into a grin as he stared at her back. " And your name is Jerry."

" Very good." He said. He watched as she reached up and grabbed a coffee cup.

" Coffee?" She asked.

" That would be great." Jerry said. Her heart was racing, he could hear it. She was also trying to take slow, deep breaths. The bell rang behind him, making her glance over her shoulder. She smiled and looked back to the coffee. Jerry didn't need to turn around to know her ' boyfriend' had arrived.

" Hey, honey." The man's voice made Jerry want to rip out his vocal cords. Lyric smiled as she poured Jerry's coffee. Jerry cleared his throat as the guy laid his hands on the counter top. Jerry's eyes went down to his left hand. He frowned.

" Hi, Nick." She said when she faced them both.

" Meet up after work?" Nick asked. Lyric set Jerry's cup down and nodded.

" Sure thing." Nick glanced at Jerry then back at her.

" Alright, Honey. Later than." He said before he walked away. Lyric smiled as she set some creamers down in front of Jerry. She turned around and grabbed a menu. Jerry wrapped his hands and fingers around the cup to keep himself from launching at Nick.

" So I thought you said he was just your boyfriend." Jerry asked.

" He is." Lyric said as she turned back around.

" Than why does he wear a ring on his left hand?" Jerry asked. Lyric frowned and set the menu down in front of him.

" He doesn't wear a ring." She said.

" Well, not in front of you, maybe. But he wears one. Look his hand, he has a tan line." Jerry pretended to be looking at the menu. When she didn't say anything, he looked up at her. She was absently wiping the counter in front of him again, staring hard at her rag.

" He said they weren't together anymore." She said softly. Jerry set the menu down and clasped his hands together.

" Well, if that's true, than he won't have the tan line." He said just as softly. Lyric was frowning as she worked. Jerry sat back and sighed. " Look, I'm sorry, it's none of my business. I shouldn't have said anything, it's just that I notice things, you know." Lyric shook her head and looked up at him.

" No, it's okay." She said quickly. " I'm not that kind of girl, you know. I'm not a home wrecker or anything." Jerry smiled and leaned forward again.

" No, you're not. I can tell that about you." He said. Lyric put her arms on the counter so their faces were close together.

" See, when I met him, I thought he was single. Than I found out he was married but he promised me that they were over. " She said. Jerry nodded. His hands were clasped together again.

" Of course he did, Lyric. That's what guys like him do." He said.

" I was stupid to believe him." Lyric said as she dropped her eyes to the counter. Jerry placed a hand on her arm.

" Love is blind." He said softly. Lyric shook her head and met his brown eyes again.

" I'm not in love with him." She said.

" Is the sex just good?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, making him smile.

" For him it is." She said.

" Than why do you stay?" Jerry asked. She opened her mouth to speak but was quickly shut it again.

" Lyric," She pulled away from Jerry and looked at her boyfriend. " everything okay?" Jerry sat back and looked at him.

" She was just letting me know the specials." He said with an easy smile. " That's all, guy."

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" If you aren't still married or wearing your ring then why do you have a tan line?" Lyric asked. Jerry was sitting, unnoticed, on top of the diner. He was listening to the couple fight. Nick and Lyric were in the back outside at the end of her shift.

" I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a tan line." Nick said.

" Nick, I saw it." She said.

" Did you?" He snapped. " Did you see it or did your new little friend see it?"

" What friend?" She asked.

" Mr. I'll just have coffee. Mr. I have only come here so I can stare at your ass." Nick said. Jerry grinned as he nodded.

' Nice nicknames.' He thought.

" Oh come on, Nick! He's not staring at my ass." She snapped. ' On no, he's right, I am." Jerry said to himself. " This isn't about Jerry."

" Jerry? He's been here twice and you're on first name bases with him?" Nick yelled.

" You are deflecting, knock it off! Why are you wearing your wedding ring?" Lyric asked.

" Lyric, let it go. I'm not wearing my ring." He defended.

" Than I want to go to your place tonight." Lyric said.

' Good girl, lead me to him.'

" Come on, Honey, let's just go to your place and talk this out." Nick said.

" Spend the night with me." Lyric said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

" Damn it, Lyric!" Nick yelled.

" You haven't left her!" Jerry could hear the frown in her voice.

' Get mad, Love. You're so sexy when you're mad.'

" This is just bullshit!" Nick yelled. " I'm not fucking listening to this!"

" Nick!" Lyric called out.

" Fuck it!" Nick yelled back. Jerry could tell Nick was walking away. He stood up and jumped down quietly. He landed right behind Lyric. She was holding her arms over her chest. She sighed as Nick disappeared around the side of the building. She shook her head.

" I need a drink." She muttered as she turned around. She jumped and dropped her bag. Jerry smiled and reached down to pick up it up.

" Sorry, Lyric. I didn't mean to scare you." He said. He handed her the bag. She cleared her throat and reached out for it.

" What are you doing back here?" She asked softly. He made sure their finger tips touched as they passed off the bag and he didn't miss the blush she started to sport. He motioned to his head to the truck parked in the parking lot.

" Just getting ready to leave. Did I hear you say you needed a drink?" He asked.