“Listen, Jenni, what you do on your own time, behind the closed doors of your apartment, that’s your deal,” Hank said. “I already told you how I feel about you moving out, but you made it crystal clear that this is your life, and I really don’t have a say in it.”
“I didn’t say that,” I began, but was stopped before I could continue.
“Not the point,” he said. “What I do want to say, though, is that your life is what you do outside the diner doors. I don’t want you bringing your private life into this diner. Especially when your private life includes that piece of scum.”
“Dad…”
“Don’t interrupt me,” Hank cut me short. “That kid’s bad news, Jenni. Always has been, always will be, and you’d do best to stay the hell away from him.”
“Okay, can you slow down,” I said. “First of all, I’m not really dating him.”
“Just fucking him, then?”
“Dad!”
“Stating the obvious, here,” Hank said, holding up his hands. “And believe me, I’m not at all happy about it.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him. “Fine, yes, just that. I thought there might be more to it, but apparently there isn’t, and I don’t think I’m going to be seeing him anymore.”
My father eyed me for a beat before leaning back and folding his hands on his belly, sniffing loudly as he tried to read me and see if I was pulling his leg.
“I’m serious, alright?” I said. “What happened yesterday, that was a mistake, and I’m sorry. But this really is the end of it, and I’m not just saying that to make you feel better.”
Hank scratched his nose, sniffed again and nodded. “Alright,” he said. “You know I’m only coming down hard on you because I love you, right?”
I nodded, smiling a little. “Sure.”
“And you’ll always be my little girl, so don’t even ask me to stop treating you like one, although I try not to.”
“I know.”
“But in the back room? Really?” Hank’s face shifted into a mask of disgust. “That’s just wrong.”
“If it’s alright with you,” I said, “I really don’t feel like discussing my sex life with my father.”
“Then keep your sex life out of my diner,” Hank replied. “Now go wash your face, try to at least look like you’re awake, and get to work.”
I smiled and saluted lazily. “Aye, aye, sir.”
I walked out of the office and made my way to the lockers just beyond the storage room. There was a small bathroom there reserved for the employees, and I locked myself in and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I really did look like shit. I had no idea how I’d left the house looking like this, and quickly washed my face and adjusted my make-up and hair. When I felt like I looked at least presentable, I walked back out and took up my regular position at the bar, sitting down tiredly and sighing as I flipped through the pages of finances I had to revise.
After an hour, I quickly realized I was probably going to get nothing done today. I sat back, stretched, and watched the waitresses as they worked. I smiled at a few of the guests, got up to help when I felt the orders were a little too overwhelming, and manned the register while my dad socialized with some of his older friends. By the time afternoon came rolling in, I already felt like I needed at least a gallon of coffee or I’d pass out in the back office from the exhaustion.
“Hey, waitress, what’s good to eat here?” I jumped and turned just as Samuel Logan slid into his regular seat and Kelly jumped into the one next to him. She shot me a smile.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular and his incredibly gorgeous granddaughter,” I smiled, the exhaustion taking an immediate backseat as I quickly looked over their shoulders to see if they had come alone.
“Hi, Jenni,” Kelly greeted, immediately grabbing the menu.
“Thought I’d show the little rascal where her grandfather has the best breakfast in Kent,” Samuel said, ruffling Kelly’s hair and rewarded with a scowl that would have burned down buildings.
I laughed. “A little late for breakfast, don’t you think?”
“Dad took forever to wake up,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes.
I looked at the door again, then back at them. “Did he drop you off?”
“He’ll be here shortly,” Samuel winked at me, and I raised an amused eyebrow at him in response.