gone girl [lrh]

"wait, don't leave just yet," the blonde boy smiled. he opened his mouth, like he was about to say something and then paused, his eyes landing on me, indulging the view for just a second longer. he pulled a hundred dollar bill from his ratty old work apron, "take this."

"I can't take your money," I chuckled at the thought.

"take my money, or take me." I looked around the diner, locking my eyes on the foggy glass door. I turned away, hoping the boy would take back his overly generous offer. he rushed over from the back of the counter and gracefully placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I guess you choose me then."