“I already figured that, love. But I helped Millie’s son, so free milkshakes and cheese fries for life.”
Another grin.
“I’m from Silverrun, Colorado.”
“And what the hell brought you here?”
She turned and looked out the window, giving me the impression she didn’t want to speak about it. So I approached it another way. “Is that why you’re having a rough day?”
“Yeah, but I’d rather not talk about it.”
Millie approached with a wide grin on her face. The chatter of the diner was so loud, but Millie was louder.
“Your usual Cane?”
“Yeah, and the kitchen sink milkshake for her. Cheese fries?” I asked, eyes on her.
“Jalapeños?”
“Loaded,” Millie responded.
“Yeah, add cheese fries.”
Millie wrote it down without looking up and disappeared.
Skye folded her hands on the table and looked at me.
“Ducane Simmons,” she said. “That’s a name.”
“It’s the only one I got.”
“What are you studying?”
“Pre-law.”
“Of course you are.”
“What does that mean?”
“The redirect when I looked out the window.”
I tried to hide my smile, but it didn’t work.
“Damn, maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was.”
She laughed. Caught herself. Looked away too fast, pulling back, sinking into the booth.
“Skye Campbell,” I said. “What are you studying?”
“Everything.” She shrugged. “I change my mind a lot.”
“What does your gut say?”
She paused. The question caught her off guard. “Communications, maybe. I like people. I like figuring out what they’re actually saying underneath what they’re saying.”
“So, you read people.”
“Everybody does. I’m just honest about it.”