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Daryl's blue eyes cast upward, meeting with Beth's. "Daryl?" She asked, sliding the plate down in front of him. When he realized that it was Beth, the girl he had given a ride last night, he smiled. "Back so soon?" She teased.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Couldn't get enough of this place. Did you get your car straightened out?" He asked innocently. A blush invaded her cheeks as she shook her head. Daryl stabbed his pancakes with his fork. "If yah need a ride, just let me know," he said. Beth didn't know why, but she didn't reply to him.

She curtly walked away and went back behind the counter. Stacy was looking at her curiously. "What was that?" She smiled. Andrea, another waitress who was standing beside Stacy agreed. She nudged her shoulder. "Digging older men now?" She teased.

Beth's blush only intensified. "No, he's nice, that's all," Beth made an excuse up. She didn't want to admit to her friends that she in fact did like Daryl. Beth didn't know what it was about him, but he intrigued her. She would have taken up his ride offer if she didn't already have one by the towing company.

"No, he's nice that's all," Andrea repeated, fluffing her hair around. "Please, you like him. Go for it, Beth. You deserve a nice guy," she said. Stacy agreed with her.

"Take table four, six and seven," Stacy told her. "Six and seven just got here," she instructed. Beth nodded, grabbing a stack of menus and tended to her table. She could feel Daryl's eyes on her as she stalked past his table.

Beth pasted on a smile as she greeted the couple that sat at table six. She went through the motions of taking their drink order and asking if they needed any more time or anything else she could do. She did the same for the next table and walked back to get the drink orders.

She allowed herself only one glance to Daryl's table, but he was already looking at her. Beth swung her hips a little more as she passed by his table, smirking to herself when she passed. He was playing a good game, but Beth could play too. "Girl," Andrea smiled as Beth approached again.

Beth only chuckled, grabbing the glasses to fill the drink orders. "He is eye-fucking you," she said, leaning against the counter, her voice dropping so the customers wouldn't hear her. Beth rolled her eyes, giving Andrea a look of disbelief. "You don't believe me? I see the way he looks at you when you're not looking!" She said.

Beth grabbed the last glass, filling it up with the right drink and turned to Andrea. "There's nothing going on between us. He gave me a ride home last night, that's all," she said. Beth grabbed a serving tray and placed the drinks upon it.

"A ride home?! Why didn't you tell me? Did anything happen?" She pressed, leaning forward into Beth. Things like this usually didn't happen to Beth. Boys usually only admired her from a far, chased her but never pursued a relationship.

Propping the tray up on her arm, Beth turned to Andrea. "Nothing happened. He called me attractive, that was it. Can I go give these drinks out now?" Beth asked her. Andrea stuck her hands out, letting her by.

"All I'm saying is, give him a little something to look at. Make him remember you," she said as Beth passed by her. She smirked, knowing that he already remembered her. But it wouldn't hurt to take Andrea's advice. Balancing the tray, Beth made her way around the counter and towards the two tables she was tending to.

She kept one hand on the edge of the tray, making sure it wouldn't topple over. She named the drinks as she set them down at both tables. When she was finished, she tucked the tray under her arm and leaned over a little, popping her booty out. "Anything else I can get for you?" She asked to the couple seated at the booth.

They conversed a little but shook their head. Beth then took their orders and sauntered back to the counter. "How was that?" She asked Andrea, who was filling up a coffee.

"You killed it. He licked his lips at your ass, so that was a success," she smiled, nudging her with her hips. Beth only giggled, but felt something bloom inside her. She couldn't figure out what it was. Was it anxiousness? Happiness? She didn't know. Beth handed the order receipts to the cook and wiped her brow.

Now it was time for her customary rounds of making sure her guests were okay – if they needed anything or if their food was okay. She set her eyes on Daryl and high-tailed it to his table. "Is everything okay here?" She asked, rolling onto her toes, anticipating his answer.

His eyes were hooded when they met hers. "Everything is just fine. But can I have a refill? Tall glass of water, please," he asked, sliding his glass towards Beth. She nodded, taking his glass from him and making her way to the server station.

"Tall glass of water," Beth said to Andrea. She only laughed.

"He's going to be getting more than one of those if you keep this up," she smiled to Beth. Beth rolled her eyes and returned to Daryl with his fresh drink. He thanked her and turned back to finish his breakfast.

About an hour had passed when it was Daryl's time to leave. In all honesty, he had finished his breakfast awhile ago, he had just stuck around to watch Beth flutter about her customers. She was a breath of fresh air to Daryl.

He was addicted to her smile, her straight teeth and glossed lips. He wanted to kiss them – taste them. He wanted to run his hands through her hair. He wanted her, all of her. It pained him to have to leave. He raised his hand, calling "waitress!"

Beth peeled herself away from the customer she was conversing with and made her way over to Daryl. She didn't know why he was acting like this – calling her waitress when they were basically on a first name basis. "Yes?" Beth asked, hands wound behind her back.

"Check, please," he said. Beth nodded and went to retrieve his bill. It only took her two seconds to bring it back to his table. But he already had money out, ready to go, along with a tip. A small gasp escaped her lips when she saw the money already lying on the table.

"Do you need any change?" She asked, remembering the motions of being a waitress. He shook his head, shrugging his jacket higher on his shoulders as he stood. He smiled, thin lips and all.

Beth backed up as he exited the booth. He left her with the small smile, wanting more. It was his plan to drive her insane. Beth rolled her eyes, fully aware that he couldn't see her but snatched his money up, stuffing his tip into her apron and going back behind the counter to join Andrea. "What was up with that?"

Beth shot her a look. "He didn't even say goodbye. 'Check, please' and that was all," Beth said, punching the money amount into the register and putting it in the drawer. "I swear, he's going to drive me crazy."

"Maybe that's what he was going for. Did he leave a tip?" She asked, handing out another customers order at the counter. Beth nodded. "How much?" She asked.

She fished the tip out of her apron and spread the bills apart. "Ten dollars," she said. Andrea gave her a look as to say 'not bad.' There was a slip of napkin stuck between two of the bills. Beth was just about to throw it away when she saw the writing on it.

She inspected it closer and found it to be a phone number. A smile spread across her lips when she realized what it was. "Andrea," she said, catching her attention. She lifted the piece of napkin up and showed it off to her.

Andrea snatched it from her, looking at it. "That bastard!" She gushed to Beth silently. "That man is going to be the death of you," she said, handing the slip of napkin back. Beth tucked it back away in her apron for safe-keeping.

The rest of Beth's shift went rather fast. The customers were mostly frequent visitors so it made their job that much easier. It was soon that it was time for Beth's shift to end. She said her goodbyes to Andrea, Stacy, Charlotte and the other waitresses working at the time and gathered her belongings.

She buttoned up her coat, slung her purse on and walked out to her car, waiting for the tow truck to arrive. She had the money ready for the driver, still hesitant to give it to him. It was so much money, but it needed to be done.

Soon enough, Beth heard the telltale sound of a sputtering engine. It was the tow truck. She was skeptical that a vehicle sounding like that was going to tow her own car safely to the garage. The driver jumped out of the cab, his name tag reading Merle.

Beth handed over the money up front before anything happened. Merle took his time counting out the bills, licking his finger before counting them out. "Looks like we're good to go, little lady," he said, tucking the bills into his pocket. "Let's get her hooked up."

Beth stood back and watched as Merle hooked several chains to the undercarriage of her car. It took about twenty minutes for the car to be fully attached to the tow truck. Merle ran a soot-covered hand over his forehead, streaking it with dirt. "All hooked up. Let's skedaddle."

Merle was exactly who she expected to be working for a tow truck company. He was a little out there, talking to himself the whole ride back to the garage. Beth kept to herself, her purse in her lap. Merle gave her glances as they drove, but paid no mind to them. All she could think about was Daryl and how enigmatic he was this morning.

It was completely different than how he acted the night before. She shook the thoughts from her mind as they pulled up to the garage in town. "Thank you," she told Merle and then hopped down from the truck.

"You can wait inside, it'll probably take awhile to get this all unhooked and then to get it fixed up," he told her, looking her over from head to toe. Beth smiled and turned to walk into the building. She took a seat in the waiting room, which wasn't all that suitable for waiting. It was dirty. Beth looked more out of place than she wanted.

She sighed, already bored of waiting for her car to be done. She cursed herself for not bringing something to occupy her attention. Beth let her eyes wander around the room. On the wall, next to the desk was a payphone. A smile spread across Beth's small lips.

She picked herself up and stalked over to the phone. She fished Daryl's phone number out of her apron and smoothed it out. She also found two quarters, inserted them into the machine and typed in his number. Beth held the phone to her ear, listening to the ringing while she wrapped her finger around the cord. It rang three times before Daryl answered. "Hello?" He answered huskily.

Beth seemed to have lost her breath, but found her voice after her asked the same question over again. "Daryl," Beth smiled. "It's Beth."

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