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Sunday
The diner was relatively empty, some people from church had also decided to stop here. It was a cute place that Addie had been to many times with her father before. It smelt like greasy French fries and burnt coffee.
Charlie led her to a table next to a window, the leather booth felt cool against her skin when she sat down. "Thank you, father." She smiled, placing her bag onto the side of the table.
"Adelaide, please, call me Charlie. We aren't in church anymore!" He huffed, along with a soft chuckle
Addie bit her lip again. "I'm sorry, Charlie" She looked up at him through thick eyelashes and admired his face. His black and white collar covered his throat and black button up that went to his elbows showed the flexing of his biceps. He smirked at her in response of her staring.
A lady walked over to them with a notepad in hand, she was slightly younger. And Addie didn't recognize her, maybe she was new. She had fire red hair and thick eyeliner. Different shapes and words decorated her arms, tattoos. Something Addie's dad said she could never get. "That would be marking the skin God gave you." But Addie thought tattoos were pretty. Maybe she would get a tiny one, one day.
"What can I get cha'?" She asked, she had an accent that wasn't quite southern, maybe something up north. Addie couldn't really tell.
"I'll have the burger and fries, with a sweet tea. Thank you." Charlie said without hesitation. He didn't even look at the woman while ordering, just looking at Addie while she scanned the menu. "Adelaide?"
Addie hummed while observing the options, she looked up at Charlie to meet his gaze. His unwavering eye contact caused her brain to short circuit — "I'll have the same!" She blurted out. "Oh and a vanilla milkshake, please."
She made sure to look at the waitress while she ordered, and smiled nice and wide. Her mother taught her to be respectful towards workers, everywhere she went. The woman nodded and scribbled down what they said, huffing at Charlie for his lack of respect. She walked away with a small 'got ya' .
