It’s been a terrible fucking shift at the diner. Things have been bad for the last couple of years with my foster dad not being able to work any more.
As much as I love Dave and owe him my life. I just don’t see this being where I end up. I want more. And part of me hopes that as soon as I’m on my feet, he’ll be ready to sell this place and keep the money for the remainder of his retirement.
Being a mascot may sound stupid, and maybe it’s not the complete end goal, but I love it. I love being with the kids, bringing them joy and being able to do something that is both physically and mentally simulating.
It’s getting late, and the last people here are mostly truckers.
That is until Sloane and Bram come strolling into the diner. I’m not even an Alpha, and I can tell that their scents are intertwined. I wonder what they got up to, and a very perverted part of me wishes I was there to watch.
“Where’s your section?” Sloane says sweetly as she gives me a hug.
“This booth is good. I’ll get you some menus. Things are slowing down here, so I should be able to hang out soon,” I tell her.
She smiles, taking Bram’s hand as they sit on opposite sides of the booth, which the big Alpha doesn’t look pleased about.
“I could have made you something,” Bram says in a hushed tone, and Sloane shushes him.
“What’ll it be, the usual?” I ask, looking at Sloane.
“Please, and a side of maple bacon.”
“You got it. And for you, big guy?” I ask Bram who arches a dark eyebrow at me.
“The same.”
I grin and drop off their waters. I wonder how Bram Nilsen would feel knowing that Max Connery also ordered the same thing as the sweet little Omega not that long ago. I also wonder how he would feel knowing I ate Sloane out not so long ago.
Speaking of which, I definitely need to find some more alone time with the Omega. Or hell, I’d like them to invite me to join because I definitely need another hit.
I put in three orders of southwest omelets so I can join them. I let Cassidy know I’m going on break when the order is up.
Sloane looks more than pleased when I have a meal for each of us. She leans into me ever so slightly, and I try not to let it go to my ego.
“Is this a setup?” Bram asks.
“I feel like I already did that. This is me being hungry and us going out to eat where Ethan works because we miss him,” Sloane says, and I throw one arm over the booth while I eat with one hand.
“You haven’t been missing me, Nilsen? I’ve been missing you,” I say with a beaming smile.
Sloane acts like it’s the most precious thing, but Bram doesn’t seem so amused.
“Come on. Lighten up, man. You’ve got an omelet, and you’re here with us. Based on the scents you two are rocking, I’m prettysure you all had a good night. You can’t be a grouch when you’ve been inside Sloane.”
Bram laughs a genuine laugh, which makes Sloane follow suit.
“I’ll give you that one,” Bram says, pointing his fork at me.
“Look, sweetheart, he’s half in love with me already,” I say to Sloane.
Bram blushes. The big giant beast of a man blushes and goes back to digging into his food as I turn to Sloane.
“What are you two up to tonight?”
“Just wanted to stop by and get some food before bed,” Sloane says easily, and I nod, not wanting to ruin their date together. “But there is something I wanted to talk to you two about.”
She’s pushing her food around, dividing everything up and making sure it doesn’t touch.
Both of us give her time to speak, though I notice both of us stopped eating to hear what she has to say.
