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She was here to meet someone.
He made her come to this diner once a week. He always wanted her to show up here first for their dates, overdressed and out of place. She was pretty sure he liked the subtle humiliation of it. Because he was always late, but
she definitely had to be on time because his timing was so utterly unpredictable. Sometimes it was only a few minutes. Once he'd made her wait well over an hour. It was good he still paid for it.
Fucking frustrating, but for the past four months or so, he'd also proven to be a reliable under the table tipper for her nights. So she played his game, reminded herself every time that she was just here for the money.
She nodded to a place at the bar, and they sat her by a woman who sent her eyes flashing gold as her inner sable regarded the presence of a yet unidentified were and her food with interest. She just decided to peruse the menu, as if she didn't know what she wanted.
(It was everything the woman next to her was having. But gods help her if she had that much food in front of her when Mr. Donohue came in.)