I followed my usual routine of getting up at the crack of dawn, not naked this time, and went to work to do the morning and lunch rush. To say that I was anxious was an understatement. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if Rhoda saying that she hadn't seen anyone around the diner would cause them to not check back in. I was confused and I was nervous and I couldn't wrap my head around intentionally staying to finish this journey, to finish this prophecy. Whatever that is and whatever that may be.

As I worked, it was easy for my mind to get off the anxious topic that had been flooding my mind since yesterday. I focused on the customers and fulfilling orders and at lunchtime, switching with a coworker to work the kitchen.

Having been in the kitchen for three hours, cooking nonstop, it wasn't until two in the afternoon that I finally got to breathe. Considering it was the end of my shift, I still went onto the floor to see if any help was needed with cleaning. Rhoda had workers who were strictly supposed to wash the dishes and the kitchen after usage so I didn't have to do that, but seeing how there were only two waiters during the rush, I put my help where it was needed.

I socialized with a coworker whose name was Taylor. She was about four years older than me with a son who was six years, having had him at the age of seventeen by her high school sweetheart. Their love story was one that you didn't hear often in a predicament like their own but it was one that made my heart melt every time I heard it.

Having been friends since middle school and dating when they were freshmen's in high school, they were a strong couple, one that took it slow and enjoyed their time together. He was captain of the baseball team, she landed all leading roles in musicals in plays through the theater department.

Their junior year of high school, having attended the spring formal, one thing had led to another and they- as she said- made love. It, accidentally, ended up baring Tommy but they welcomed it nonetheless. Her family wasn't very accepting of it and had kicked her out to where she lived with Vick and his family throughout the duration of the junior year and well into their senior year. Having conceived Tommy in late January, Vick's parents watched out for him as they finished high school and graduated.

Neither of them went to college, instantly going into the workforce to support for their son. Texas being an inexpensive place to live, they were able to find a place within two years and now lived there for the past four. They mentioned taking online classes for college so that Vick could go into the police force and Taylor could finally become a nurse, but it was in the air at the moment.

"How's Tommy?" I questioned as we tidied up the front.

"He's doing good," she says with nothing but sincerity in her voice. "He wants a baby sister though." My eyes widened. "I know," she laughs. "I came from the diner yesterday to come pick him up and says 'Mommy, how are babies made?' and obviously I didn't know how to answer that question childlike so he goes into saying how much he wants a baby sister and if I could do it somehow he would like that very much."

I laughed. "Well, what do you think about it? And Vick?"

"I haven't brought it up to Vick yet because I'm not sure what I'd want to do. I've always wanted at least two kids but that was when I believed I'd be twenty-five with a college degree and a better financial system. And it would be great to give Tommy a little sister but daycare is expensive... I just don't know."

"I understand. I'm with you about not having a college degree and I know you two were thinking about it to help further the finances but I'd bring it up with Vick. He loves you and wants you and Tommy to be happy. Can't really make a decision without the other side, literally and figuratively."

She chuckles as she shakes her head. "How's everything on your end? I heard there's a new addition to the menu because of you."

I opened my mouth to respond but the bell on top of the door dinged, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. I didn't have to turn around to know that it was the same person as it was yesterday. Mentally cursing at myself for not having left sooner, I brought my attention back to Taylor who was waiting for an answer.

"Uh, yeah. Just something I whipped up for Rhoda yesterday before I went home. It's a little after my shift, I should be heading out. Let me know how everything goes with Vick though."

"Of course darling, have a good one."

"You too."

Retreating to the back with no look in the direction of the man himself, I went through the kitchen doors. I forced my heartbeat to remain calm and steady out of fear of being sought after if he already didn't recognize that I didn't have a scent. Ever since the masking I always wore a strong yet soft perfume that, I believed, took ownership of not having a scent. I wore it so much that it was practically embedded in my skin but it didn't make up for the fact that I didn't have a natural scent, the one I was born with. But it did its job for the time being.

Peaking through the delivery window in between the grill and the counter where waitresses served people at the bar, I finally see him.

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. He was gorgeous. That word itself wasn't enough to describe him- calling him a Greek god seemed about right. Hands by the gods themselves seemed to have crafted him to utter perfection and it seemed like a crime for a man like that to be roaming the streets just because.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I suddenly became warm, as I'm sure any woman would with the sight of this man, of this god. There was something about him though, something more than being one of the most feared Alphas in America, that I couldn't quite place. There was an attraction, no doubt, but with someone like that, it didn't seem so confusing- so weird.

He seemed to be looking around the diner, and I moved out of sight before our eyes met through the gap window. Not long after hiding, I heard the bell on top of the door ding again, indicating that he was leaving. Having inched back to the window, I looked out to see if he was in fact gone.

And I was surprised.

For he was looking directly at me through the glass window.

And he smirked.