“She was on the guy!” Kenneth ran his hands through his already disheveled hair.
“You knew she worked there?” Todd asked.
“Yeah. That’s where I met her.”
“What did you do?”
“What now?” Todd asked after a few moments. Kenneth was silent.
“You could call her.”
“I don’t have her number,” Kenneth admitted. Todd raised his eyebrows.
“I gave her my card and numbers. I’ve been meeting her near the end of her shifts and we’ve gone out for dinner. Or, breakfast.”
“Has she called you?” Todd asked. Kenneth shook his head.
“Then it’s too early to offer her a different job,” Todd said. Kenneth reluctantly agreed.
“Sorry to ask this,” Todd hesitated. “Does she use drugs?”
“No!” Kenneth said defensively. “Not that I’ve seen,” he added, more calmly.
“There’s only one thing to do, my friend,” Todd concluded. Kenneth looked hopeful.
“Man up!” Todd smacked him on the shoulder. “Don’t be another jealous jackass.” Kenneth started to protest and Todd cut him off. “Meeting her at the end of her shifts and taking her out has been working, so keep doing that — and move things forward.” Kenneth eventually nodded.
“Unless….” Todd’s voice trailed off.
“Unless you can’t close anymore!” Todd guffawed. Kenneth laughed half-heartedly. What if he was right?
“Oh,” Todd said. “She’s really young.” Kenneth shook his head.
“No. I just don’t know.”
“Yeah,” Todd nodded. Three divorces between them. They were quiet for a few minutes.
“It must be rough,” Todd commiserated. “My girlfriend’s too sexy. I feel for you, man.”
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This is also: Sunrise at The Palace Diner, Scene 11
Here is the rest of the story (so far): Sunrise at The Palace Diner