The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 20, 1994
**Iolani POV**
After driving around for at least 45 minutes, we finally come across a small truck stop diner. Given that it was christened the Bucksnort Cafe, I doubt either of us really expected much. Still, it was food and we were hungry. Well here goes nothing...
Hands clasped we walked in, and were pleasantly surprised by the hometown feel of the place. An elderly lady was manning the till, and she looked up and smiled at us as we walked in.
"Welcome to the Bucksnort Café," greeted the old woman. "Feel free to pull up a seat wherever you'd like. Kandi will be along to take your order in a moment."
In unison we responded with a friendly, "Thank you," as we found a seat in a back booth. Now this is cozy...
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**A few minutes later**
We were just making idle chit chat and trying to figure out what to do with our day, when out of the back comes Kandi. She was blonde, dressed in a low cut blouse and daisy duke shorts. I'm not having a good feeling about this...
"Hey y'all. I'm Kandi," she greets, making direct eye contact with my e ipo without giving me so much as glance. "What can I get y'all, sugar?" she asks with flirty smile, as she hands my man a menu while placing her manicured hand directly on his shoulder. All this without so much as glancing once in my direction. I hate her already. Where's my menu, bitch?
"What do you recommend?" he asks, seemingly oblivious.
She leans over, breasts about to spill out of her shirt to look at his menu, placing her hand directly on his thigh. "I suggest the French toast..." she replies suggestively. What the hell do you think you're doing lady?!
I make a not so subtle coughing noise, and she looks in my direction with a scowl on her face. "I'd like a coffee please. And could I get a menu?" I ask briskly, frost in my voice.
She tosses one my way with a dirty look. You could try cutting the attitude...
"Would you mind giving us a few minutes?" I ask, with a level stare.
She walks off in a huff. Gee...if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now...
"Did you not see what she was doing?" I ask bluntly, as I meet his confused amber gaze.
"What? She was just being friendly," he offers by way of response. Yeah right...
"Oh come on...she was hanging all over you," I reply defensively.
"I'm sure she's like that with all the customers," he offers sincerely. Yeah...the cute male customers...
I tune back in to hear, "Besides, you've got nothing to worry about," he continues with a wicked grin. "Let's just try to have a nice breakfast. So...what did you want to do today?" he inquires sincerely.
