Page 5 of The Playboy and the Waitress

“What door will you come out?”

“Ahhh, the back side entrance.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

As I watch him walk away, I'm stunned at the turn of events. Maybe he feels bad because of the way his date treated me and he is trying to make it up to me. Either way, I hurry to clean up my section and then cash out for the evening.

I grab my coat, tucking my tips into my front pocket as I head to the back door. I stop before I open it, contemplating whether he will be there or not.

I open the door only to find him leaning against my dream car. He looks like James Dean on a poster. I stop for a second, drinking in the sight of him. Too bad he is just here to be a good Samaritan.

As I walk towards him I whistle, “Wow Playboy, that’s one hot ride you got there. You don’t see many BMW i8s in this part of the world. Too many holes in the road. Ain’t ya worried you will yank the guts out of her on one of these back roads? She is shining like a million dollars, and that black on black is sweet.”

“Oh, a car girl I see!”

“I'm not just another pretty face, I have a working brain. You should be worried, I'm not like any of the other models you have taken out for a test drive.”

“Now, I understand the car comparisons. Where is your car?”

“Two blocks down, we aren’t allowed to park anywhere near the restaurant. You know, can’t take up the customer parking.”

“Get in, I will drive you over.”

“Normally, I would have told you no. But that is one sweet ride and I just haveta see the inside.”

He hits a button, and the door opens upwards in front of me. I'm almost drooling on myself when I slide in and onto the softest leather seat in the world. I run my hands over it and look up as Dage slides into his seat with a huge smile on his face.

“I think I'm jealous of the car now, I ain't ever had a woman stroke me like that.”

“Damn stud, this one would be hard for any man to top. Listen to that motor purring out there.”

“You are hard on a guy… Which way?”

I point right and we head down the road at a smooth glide. For a second, I am almost ashamed for him to see the girl who has never left me on the side of the road. Until my brain catches up with my surroundings and I once again remember he is just being nice.

“See that bright yellow glow monster with the black stripes? That’s my girl. If you wanna drop me off on the curb, that’s fine.”

“Mustang girl, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a poor girls’ sports car, not to mention she is tough enough to handle a few potholes.”

“I'm not being rude, but what model is it?”

“1988 Mustang 5.0… But don’t let her age fool ya, she will keep up with most, and leave others. Thanks for everything, but I'm sure you have better things to do with your evening than babysit me.”

“It’s been a pleasure, actually.”

He pulls up next to my car and I hit the button to unlock my door. “Thanks again for the ride… you keep this little beauty off Thirteenth Avenue unless you don’t need all those pretty accessories on the bottom.”

I step out of his car and hit the key fob for my hatch to open. Before I can get it open, he is standing next to me.

“I know it's late, but you wanna go get a coffee or something?”

I don’t have the chance to answer before I notice a large blue jacked-up Chevy truck circling the parking lot. At first, it seems like any other truck on the road, until I see the driver. It’s the asshole from the restaurant.

“Ahhh shit,” I whisper.

Playboy turns as they round the corner coming our way. “Get in the car!”

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