♡ Shane ♡
The aroma of grilled meat and fried onions greeted me as I stepped into the little diner where Caleb and I had agreed to meet. It was one of our usual spots – a no-frills place with cracked vinyl booths and a jukebox that had seen better days. Caleb was already there, sitting in the back with his arms crossed while he people watched. A half-empty glass of soda sat in front of him, and I hurried over. We were both on a timeline and even though I had stopped by the bakery, we didn’t have a lot of time.
“Shane,” Caleb said as I slid into the seat across from him. “You are late,”
“Yeah, traffic,” I replied, and he rolled his eyes. He knew better and so did I, but we weren’t going to get into it. I waved over a waitress, who hurried over. She dropped off a menu and gave us a chee
