"Hey Cayson it's me, again. I haven't heard from you in a while so I was checking in. It would be good to hear from you, you know let me know you are ok. You know how I hate to admit it but I do worry. How's Cadi? You know we all miss ya'll. So what you say, give me a call? Well I love you and I hope all is good in the big city, talk to you soon Cays," the familiar voice fills my lonely apartment and sadly all I do is hit the delete button.

I always hit that button, no matter how many times the same message plays out, I never return it. I don't know what to say to them, how to explain why I have been out of touch, why I haven't had the nerve to come home and see them. I can't bear to hear the disappointment in their voice when I tell them who I am, what I am.

So like most days I shake my head of the thinking and head to my kitchen. Jeff takes care of me, I will admit in a way he is good to me. My apartment is nice, real nice. It's large with two big bedrooms and huge bath, my kitchen is large with silver appliance and a large island in the middle. The view of the city is amazing and when I come home at night a part of me feels like I can't be bitter, as long as I don't think about what I did to get this I shouldn't be upset, but like I said before, it's hard not to think about it when you smell of it.

Like a ritual I go through the movements of my morning. I make my coffee, take a shower to get rid of the underlining smell of disgust and then get ready for my second job, a job I'm actually proud of. I drop my shoes from the night before on my bedroom floor, I take off the clothes I wore that smell of smoke and sweat on the bed and I take the three thousand dollars I had got and put it in the night dresser.

Last night was a rough night. I normally don't remember the names because they never give a real one but I won't forget last night. His name was John, ironic right? John hurt, and not in the actual sex but the way his hands gripped so tight on my wrist he caused marks, how his teeth bit so hard on my lip it made it swell and how he did things I will never tell anyone.

Jeff normally won't allow to happen what happened last night but when you bring him so much money that I get to bring home three thousand he brushes it off like it was nothing.

"Cayson?" I hear as I pull on my clothes, quickly covering my marks.

"In here Mila!" I call grabbing my brush and running it through my dark hair.

"Oh hey," Mila leans again the door frame of my bathroom to look at me. I have known Mila Knight since I moved here, which is five years. She is probably one of the most amazing and terrifying people I have ever met. If you are on side Mila, which thank heaven above I am, then you are lucky because she has your back like no one else. She will fend for you, fight for you and never let anyone be little you but if you aren't on that side and you are on the scary Mila side then you are in trouble.

She is obviously gorgeous, her dyed red hair that I would die for and green eyes guys fall over and her body is one all girls wish they had. She swears she was heavy young but I completely disagree because there was no way her five foot six stature has ever weight more than one-twenty.

I personally think she is perfection, from money but chose to not touch a penny her dad sends her because she wants to be her own person. She wants to be known in her own right, not her fathers.

"You almost ready to leave? I can't be late again or Mitch will complain," she picks at her black painted nails.

"Yeah," I brush my teeth real quick, getting rid of the taste of John from my mouth. "Ouch," I cringe when the mint paste brushes over a sore in my mouth, a sore that John so nice put with his sharp tooth. It was the one thing I kept noticing, he was like most guys attractive, brown hair, dark eyes and a nice jaw structure, he also like most took me to a hotel because they never take us home. However, I couldn't help but notice one of his perfectly whiten teeth had a sharp point, a point that bit so hard on my shoulder left a mark with him claiming I was now his.

"You alright?" Mila lifts her head to look at me and I nod spitting in the sink.

"Fine, I just bit my tongue," I lie, adjusting the strap around my waist and grabbing my purse. "Alright let's head out," I hit the bathroom light, following her out of my apartment and down the stairs to her car.

"Ya'll are late," Mitch informs us as soon as we walk into the small building, the bell above the door alerting him.

"We're sorry," Mila skips over, dropping her bag behind the counter and grabbing a notepad. "It was totally Cayson's fault. I tried to rush her but you know how she is," she informs him with such an innocent voice if you didn't know her you might believe it.

"Uhh huh, go to table six," he orders with a stern tone and she nods walking off.

"I'm sorry Mitch I won't-"

"Don't say it Cayson," he throws his hand up to cut me off. "We all know you will be and saying you won't is just pointless," he seems upset, normally those words would hurt, make me nervous if it wasn't Mitch and if he didn't give his signature crooked smile at me. "I already clocked you both in," he winks making me smile.

"Have I told you that you are the best lately?" I grin at the older man. Mitch is probably the only man I have ever met that wasn't part of my family that I trusted. He is stern but he has the best heart. In his late fifties he treats Mila and I like granddaughters and it makes me nervous how well he knows me, reads me because I'm afraid one day he will read me so well that he will know what I do when I'm not working at this little diner he owns and if I disappoint Mitch my world would end.

"Not lately but it's implied," he chuckles. "Now go, your normal customer is waiting," he kisses the top of my head before walking back into the kitchen and like an idiot I spin on my feet with a smile.

He is here like most mornings. Orders the same thing, reads over what look to be important papers and always leaves the best tip. He is always in a suit and it hugs him so perfectly, showing off the build of what I imagine an amazing body. He has dirty blonde hair that is cut short and he is always clean shaven but on occasions will have a small shade of hair that I personally like and I will admit that he on many occasions is the highlight of my day.

"Good morning," I smile, putting his already made coffee in front of him.

"Good morning," he lifts his head from his paper to give me a smile. "How has your day been so far?"

"Oh fabulous," I joke putting down his silverware. "Now are you going to shock me today? Change your order up on me a little?"

"You know I thought about it," he leans on the table, giving me a look like he had thought long and hard. "But I can't mess with perfection," he breaks out into a grin and I nod with a laugh.

"Right," I shake my head. "Dane a number two, burn the bacon, extra cheese on the eggs," I call over the diner, hearing a grunt that he got it. "One day you are going to do something different, I can see it in the future," I tease making him let out the most amazing laugh I have ever heard.

"Well if you are off predicting my future do you see more than just my breakfast order?" he raises a brow with the tilt of his head.

"I might," I bite my bottom lip looking at him. "Are you thinking about getting a puppy?"

"I wasn't but if you see that I shouldn't go against fate right?"

"Right," I laugh, tucking a curl behind my ear.

"Are you ok?" he creases his brow and I look at him confused.

"Yeah I'm fine, why?"

"Because your arm," he reaches up, taking my hand in his and I flinch back, knocking his coffee over all over his papers.

"Oh my god!" I freak with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry," I apologize grabbing napkins and dapping it up.

"It's fine," he shakes his head as I dap like a maniac trying to clean it up.

"Oh god these look important and I ruined them. I'm so sorry," I grab more napkins, completely embarrassed and not sure why he isn't ripping me a new one. I'm used to guys ripping me a new one.

"Cayson," he speaks my name for the first time ever and I get butterflies all in my stomach. "It's fine," he gives a half sided grin.

"I'm sorry," I repeat for about the millionth time.

"I know," his smile is sweet and when he gentle takes my hand in his to stop my wiping, my cold hand feels like it burns in his warm one.

"Are they important?" I don't move, my body leaning over the table insanely close to him.

"Nothing I can't hit the print button and get another copy of," he tells me and I nod looking back down at the papers.

"But you were reading over them, you don't have a printer on you now."

"Well I guess for once I have to pay more attention to my food then my work," he shrugs, a smile still gracing his gorgeous face. "Ezra," he speaks and I watch his lips as the form the word, completely keeping me in a daze. "I don't know if I have ever told you but my name is Ezra."

"That's a different name,"" I randomly state and he laughs, letting go of my hand.

"I know, I'm not sure why my parents named me it but what can I do about it," he shrugs and I grow nervous I offended him.

"I like it though," I tell him quickly. "It's a nice name."

"Thanks," his grey eyes sparkle as I look in them, seeing not are the only grey but also have almost a red that runs into them, something I have never seen before.

"I'll go get your food," I offer a small smile, sliding back away from his table.

"Yummy," Mila slides up next to me as I wait for his order.

"I know right?" I look back over at Ezra who was playing with his phone, his coffee soaked papers put now away in his briefcase. "God every time he is here I go all stupid like I can't speak to a guy," I groan falling against the wall near the window.

"Well not shocking, not like you are always swimming in the guy pond if you know what I mean," she laughs. "Dane where is my order?" she yells to into the kitchen.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's just every time I see you, you are just working here or with Cadi," and my body tenses.

"Well such is life," I throw my hair back, grabbing the plate, not at all wanting to discuss the loads amount of time I spend with the male gender.

"All I'm saying is that it would be nice to have a little man in your life, just to spice things up a bit," she shrugs, popping a fry from the plate she was about to serve in her mouth.

"I think you have enough spice for the both of us," I tease her eyes widening.

"Bitch!" she punches my arm playfully making me laugh.

"And you love me you skank," I wink, lifting the counter and head back over to Ezra, the more I say his name the more I like it. "Here," I carefully place the plate down, making sure not to spill anything else.

"Well thank you," he grins the most perfect grin I have ever seen.

"Just doing my job," I grab the coffee pot and refill his coffee.

"Well you do it well Cayson," he says my name again and my stomach flips.

"Thanks," I bite the inside of my cheek. "Well let me know if you need anything else," I stand there awkwardly a second longer before walking away, cursing myself for being so stupid over a guy, a guy I don't even know.

"So everything was good?" I sit down Ezra's bill, truly loving when he comes in and not just because of him but because he always leaves a tip that makes my day better. Clearly in the money department he doesn't suffer because of his nice suits, the nice car outside and when he opens his wallet there are always nice straightened bills and his tip is always way too much. Yet what I really like is he isn't flashy about it or like the men I see at night who are probably in the same league of wealth as him. Those men act like everyone is beneath them for not having money but Ezra's different, I like it.

"As always," he wipes his face with his napkin dropping it on the plate in front of him. "So…" he places his hands on the table next to the now empty plate. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure," I nod tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You would say I come in here a lot right?" he randomly says and I nod giving him a confused look. "And I would like to think as far as customers go I am pretty fantastic," he jokes and I let out a laugh again giving him a nod. "So…" he drags out, leaning on the table, his voice dropping to just above a whisper. "What am I going to have to do to get you to have a cup of coffee with me?"

"What?" I pull back a little shocked he just said that to me, did he just say that to me?

"Or regular drinks, dinner, lunch I don't know whatever just something," he shrugs, a smile tugging on his lips, almost seeming pleased he blindsided me.

"I uhh…" I toss a glance randomly over my shoulder before looking back at him. "What?" I say again making him chuckle.

"Well let's be honest here it's not like I come here because the food is that fantastic," he jokes and I let out a nervous laugh. "And I have tried to be subtle but I'm thinking maybe I'm needing to be more blunt."

"Blunt…" I mumble, biting my bottom lip looking at him.

"Yes blunt," he keeps on smiling making my heart race. "So what you say Cayson, will you have dinner with me tonight?"

"No," I say a little too quickly, regretting it how it sounded as soon as it came out.

"Oh…" he drops his gaze back to his plate, his once cute grin turning into an embarrassed one. "Well guess I just made my breakfasts a little awkward," he tries to gain back his laugh but failing a little.

"No I didn't mean no," I shake my head at my own stupidity. "I meant no, I can't tonight. I want to but I can't tonight because…because I have something going on."

"Oh ok," he lets out a half sided grin. "So like a rain check?"

"Yes, yes definitely a rain check," I smile like an idiot, grabbing my pen and a napkin, scribbling my number down. "Here," I hand it over to him, him looking at it before sliding it in his pocket.

"Then I will call you," he smiles standing up, pulling out his wallet and grabbing one of those perfectly straight bills.

"Ok," I take the money from him, by fingers feel like a burning when it grazes over his.

"Bye Cayson," he holds my gaze a few seconds before grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door, tossing a glance over his shoulder at me before walking out.

"Oh you forgot…" I look down at the fifty in my hand, way too much for his breakfast. "Change," I mumble the end before walking to the counter, a stupid smile on my lips the rest of the day.

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