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Craig Nybo

8

“It’s a surprise, but I think you are going to like it.”

Lucy took in a deep breath and glanced around the dining hall. Table after table of the usual patrons sat waiting for her. “It’s not a diamond ring again is it?”

Tory raised his right hand and extended his first three fingers into the scout symbol. “No way, scout’s honor.” He immediately felt stupid and let his hand drop back to the Formica tabletop. “But I just know you are going to love it.”

Lucy hesitated for a long beat.

“Lucy!” She heard Max’s voice hail out from the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and spotted him standing at the swinging door, a reproachful scowl on his face. He flicked his head towards the nearly full dining hall and tapped his watch.

Lucy turned back to Tory and put her pencil back behind her ear. “Fine, but I’m working a double today; I get off at ten. We’ll talk right here at this table. But I’ve already told you where I stand.”

“No commitments, no obligations. I got it. I’ll be here precisely at ten.” Tory couldn’t hide his elation. The blood gushed into his head and he knew that his face had blushed up.

Lucy turned to head back to the kitchen. “You look great, by the way,” Tory said. Lucy granted the boy a half smile over her shoulder as she tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and moved toward the kitchen to put in his order: ham on Ruben with Swiss and fries and a great big, bottomless Coke.