WitchWolfOption2

“Excuse me, sir!” she called running outside. “You forgot your change!”
He turned around helmet in hand, blue eyes sparkling. “I don’t think I did. I believe you mean your tip.”
“You left me a hundred dollars,” Rory said dumbfounded. “I know I’m good waitress but I’m not that good.”
“I think you deserve some compensation for having to put up with us. I get to stare at you while I eat,” he said straddling his bike. “I think that’s reason enough to give you a great tip. I wouldn’t want my favorite waitress leaving for greener pastures.”
He put his helmet on effectively ending the conversation. He revved the motor and sped off with his friend leaving Rory staring opened mouthed. She managed to wait until she was back in the diner before she started grinning.
The next night he had left her another hundred and the night after that too. By the fifth night, Rory was starting to get annoyed. It was starting to feel dirty. Did he think she was a prostitute or something? Lot’s of men hit on her while she was waiting tables but none of them were leaving her hundred dollar tips.
“You need to stop leaving me these tips. It’s too much,” she told him before taking their plates on the sixth night. As always, the pair were the only customers left in the restaurant.
“Fine,” he said looking at her. “I’ll stop leaving you obscene tips if you go out with me.”
Rory blushed. “I don’t even know you!”
“I’ve been coming here for more than six months now. I know your name is Aurora Silver and you’re the daughter of the owner. My name is Cross Hemlock and I’m a nice guy who rides a motorcycle,” he smiled at her. “See now you know me. So what time should I pick you up Friday?”
“Just because you tell me you’re a nice guy doesn’t mean you’re a nice guy,” Rory said. “In fact, whenever a guy says he’s a nice guy, he’s usually the exact opposite.”
“Hey that’s not fair! Ozzy, back me up!” he told his blond haired friend.
“Leave me out of this,” Ozzy said putting his hands up. “I only come here for the food. I’m not getting banned over your love sick ass.”
Aurora smiled a little at the love sick part. “Look, Cross is it? I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all but you know very well why I can’t go on a date with you.”
“I know you don’t buy into that whole ‘no mixing’ thing. There hasn’t been a war between wolves and witches in decades. In fact, I’m not even sure my pack has ever had a beef with your coven before. That’s all in the past. You need to live in the present honey.”
It was hard when he turned those baby blues on her but Rory resisted. “Thanks for the advice but I’m still going to have to pass. I appreciate the compliment but please stop leaving me this money.”
“I’ll stop leaving the money when you go on a date with me,” he vowed before leaving for the night. Rory had made $1200 in tips since he started his dating campaign and it didn’t look he’d be stopping anytime soon.

 

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