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Small Town Monsters

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everything.”

“Audrie’s running late.”

“Audrie’s always running late.”

Max put a hand on Lucy’s shoulder and gently pushed her towards the dining hall. “Now get out there and make some tips, why don’t you.”

Lucy sneered but complied. She pushed open the swinging doors of the kitchen and walked out into the lunch rush.

Tory smiled as he spotted Lucy moving towards his table. He sat up a little straighter, pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose, and folded his hands on the Formica in front of him. She glided across the floor like a dream, her black hair whispering back and forth across her shoulders. He smiled as she came to his table, hoping the blood that rushed to his head wasn’t causing him to blush.

“What can I get you?” Lucy opened up her little pad and drew a pencil from behind her cute, little ear.

“You know… the usual,” Tory said.

“Ham on Ruben with Swiss and fries and a great big, bottomless Coke; I got it.” Lucy wrote the order down on her pad and turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen, keeping her eyes on the floor.

“Hey, Luce,” Tory said.

Lucy turned around and looked into Tory’s eyes; they seemed to be full of stars. “Look, Tory, I—“

“Please, just listen to me for a second.”

“I don’t have a second.”

“Okay, not here then, after your shift.”

Lucy sighed. “Tory, you’re a nice boy. But I can’t go out with you.”

“It’s not a date. I ‘m not asking you out on a date. I just want to talk for a minute. We can talk can’t we? I’ll come back after your shift and we can talk right here at this table if you want.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Lucy smirked. Tory knew that smirk; it meant she wasn’t interested in him. But the smirk made her look pretty just the same.