Trevor closed the menu, handing it to the waitress with a smile. Edgard said, “Give me the same.” Chassie had already ordered and was scrutinizing the newspaper. “She’s new,” Trevor said after the waitress disappeared. “Wonder where she’s from?” “With that accent I’d guess some place in the Ukraine.” “She’s unusually pretty with them icy white-blue eyes and dark skin. Think she’s a natural blonde?” Trevor asked. “You’re a pervert,” Chassie said without looking up. “Just tryin’ to get your attention, darlin’.” “You both gave me plenty of attention last night.” Chassie harrumphed and flipped the page. Trevor grinned, knew it looked cocky and didn’t care. “This is a cool place,” Edgard commented as he checked out the restaurant. Dewey’s Delish Dish definitely embodied the diner atmosphere. Vinyl covered stools surrounded the curved counter, booths lined the walls, and an old-fashioned glass pie case packed with sweets rotated by the cash register.
