HARPER
"EARTH TO HARPER!" Woody said, getting my attention from me daydreaming."Did you finish counting out the register?" He asked.
"Sorry, yeah." I replied, putting the money in the deposit bag and locking it the save under the register. We made our way outside, Woody locked up the diner. Woody walked me to my car.
"Everthing okay?" He asked, causing me to turn my attention toward him
"Yeah." I said as my stomach loudly growled.
"Oh, you gotta feed the monster." He said with a slight smile
"Shut up." I said giggle and lightly punching in his arm.
"Let's go eat." He expressed, not breaking eye contact.
"How?" I asked, confused.
"My bike right there." He stated, pointing to his ATV.
"Boy, bye. I'm not getting on that you ain't even a spare helmet. " I said, dismissing the subject.
"Wait!" He objected quickly, grabbing my car keys out my hand. I instantly tried to grab them back, but he put them above his head out of my reach. "Hear let me let take you the most delicious you have had. I'll even bet you $20 that it is the best food you'd ever had."
"I am not getting on the back of that death thing." I protested unmoved.
"Look, we can your car, I'll drive." He insisted on making his way to the passenger side and opening the door.
"Fine." I said, giving into his off.
"Damn you short af." He expressed while adjusting my driver seat and my mirrors.
"BOY!" I said.
"My bad." He said quickly after that I might change my mind.
It was a smooth 30-minute drive, and we found parking quick. Woody opened my passenger for me, and even the door to the restaurant. It was dark with very little lighting it wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. Reggae music was playing "Longing For" by Jah Cure. We seated and given menu.
"Woody, I never had carribean food." I said, looking they unfamiliar dishes.
"Don't worry, I got you." He ensured.
A waiter approached our table.
"Hello, good night wah can I get for guys tonight." He said in his jamaican accent.