Peaches

Part One- Peaches

I watched as steam rose above the freshly cut pie placed before me. You couldn't find any good fresh pie anywhere. Especially in this tiny town outside of New York and none as good as Miss Genie made.

It had become a habit of mine to stop at the Sister's Diner every Friday for some peach pie. I liked my routines and never really strayed away from them.

"You know we offer ice cream with that, right?" Olivia smiled down at me placing a hand on her hip and arching an extremely well-manicured eyebrow.

"I know you do, but that's a whole seventy-five cents extra." I remarked back to her while unraveling my silverware from the napkin they had been neatly wrapped in.

"Sugar, with how often you come in here your ice cream is on the house. You're one of the customers we can depend on to help keep us in business. Every Friday at six." Liv's little drawl came out much more prominent as she spoke. She was a petite woman, no older than thirty-five with the most radiant coffee colored skin and had a smile that made the sun appear dull. She had this beautiful ability of making every customer feel like family and she had a personality sweeter than honey.

"Should I be happy or offended by that statement?" I raised my brows up at her while crossing my arms in front of my chest, leaning back into the seat of the booth I had become quite familiar with. I smirked at her so she knew I would never actually be offended by her teasing.

"She rolled her eyes before letting out a light chuckle, "Not at all. I look forward to my Friday shifts since I get to see you," She gave me a little wink before getting a serious expression on her face, "I do find it odd that a young and beautiful woman such as yourself always has her Friday nights free." She gave me a little smile before grabbing the tray she set down on the table upon her arrival and walked towards the kitchen calling out over her shoulder, "I'll bring you that scoop of ice cream!"

I let out a quiet giggle while bringing my first bite into my mouth. She did have a point. Not that I should be extremely social and have lots of plans, but I never do anything outside of my comfort zone. Sometimes predictability wasn't a good thing.

Olivia came out of the swinging doors that separated the main floor to the kitchen with a small clear bowl as the front doors chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer.

"Sit anywhere you want baby, I'll be right with you." Olivia smiled towards the door as she approached my table. "A very handsome young man just walked through that door and if I wasn't a married woman, honey I'd be all over that." She set down my ice cream that was inevitably hidden beneath a mountain of whipped cream.

"Your point being?" I asked as I looked up at her, scooping up a heaping dollop of the new dessert.

"My point is," She emphasized and gave me a glare before continuing, "You're two young, good looking individuals that are both here alone on a Friday night."

"You don't know that he's alone, someone could be joining him and they're just late." I remarked. Hoping that she would drop the whole match making thing married people tend to do.

"Will anyone be joining you tonight, sir?" Olivia shouted across the diner. None of the other customers batted an eye at her raised volume.

"It'll just be me." I heard a deep, masculine voice murmur from where Olivia shouted to.

I wouldn't admit it, especially to Liv, but the dude had a nice voice.

"No one is joining him," Olivia whispered at me as she spun around, grabbing the menu she had left on my table. "I'll make sure to grab you a single menu then." She called out, approaching him.