Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,12
into the diner I work at?
“Not a problem. I’ll make sure to put some in with your food order.”
“Appreciate that.” He nods.
“You want something to drink while you wait?”
“I’m fine,” he replies.
I step closer to the food window. Grabbing the order ticket Mary Ellen wrote up, I check it over and notice that this isn’t just Sly’s food. I quickly place the ticket back in its spot—the cook gets pissed if we move them. It looks like several of Bash’s brothers put in an order for food as well. Could Bash have been the one to send Sly in for food? It’d have to be him, right? Noticing how many meals he’s taking back, I grab an empty bag and fill it half full of ketchup and mayo packets, along with some napkins. I’ve seen plenty of men eat before. They manage to get messy even if it’s just an order of french fries on their plate.
“Orders up!” Sam calls loudly, and I head back to the window. There’re about twelve to-go boxes stacked up next to each other in the small area.
“Thanks, Sam,” I say and take the Styrofoam containers down to place in multiple plastic bags. Sly’s already paid, so I set the seven bags down on the counter in front of him. “Would you like some help carrying all this to your vehicle?” I’m hoping he didn’t ride his motorcycle. That’d be a little awkward trying to get all this food to stay in one place and warm. Just the fact he’s picking up their own food has me a bit stunned. Door Dash has pretty much taken over the bulk of to-go orders, even out here away from the city.
“Would you mind that, doll? I don’t want to put you out or anything. I can make a few trips, though. Don’t want to fuck up our grub.” He grabs four of the bags, leaving me three and the condiment bag.
“It’s no trouble at all.” I grab the others and follow his lead. He stops at a big truck parked out front and loads the food into the passenger side. I hand over the other bags and go to head back inside.
He stops me, saying, “Your tip, doll.”
“Oh, thank you!” I flash a surprised, grateful smile as Sly hands some cash over. I take it without looking, thinking it’s a dollar or two, same as my other tips during the day. Most of the people stopping in are coffee drinkers and sandwich eaters, so I don’t make much. Sundays are the best days for tips with the church crowd, and I rarely get lucky enough to have that shift. He grins, walking around the truck and offers me a salute as he slides in behind the wheel. The handsome tatted man pulls away, and I nearly pinch myself as it doesn’t feel real. At another time, if I hadn’t already met Bash, I’d be asking all about Sly.
I step back inside, opening my palm to stuff the cash into my apron. As I glance down, not paying it much mind, I see that it’s not only a dollar bill but a twenty. For all the negative things Mary Ellen had to say about the Kings of Carnage guys, so far, none of it seems like it could be true. Not even close. The two members I’ve come across have been somewhat polite and friendly, and both of them have helped me in different ways. Bash helped with my broken-down car, and now Sly has helped by giving me a big tip without asking for anything in return. Granted, his bill couldn’t have been cheap with all the food he ordered, but it was a to-go order, and around here, people barely tip anything when they take the food with them.
“Lordy, I can’t believe you went outside alone with him!” the older woman chastises as I flip the open sign on the door to closed and turn the lock, then head for the soda machine. I can finally finish. We’ve been so freaking slow today, I have practically everything done already, so I can leave right away. I’m exhausted from being on my feet all dang day and want to get back to my shithole apartment to relax. This stress is killing me.
“He was a perfect gentleman. I’m sure you watched the entire exchange.”
Her cheeks pink a bit as she stacks the bottles under the counter. She’d finally finished filling them and wiping everything down. “Well, I wasn’t