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me,” he said in a vile tone, oozing in anger and blame.
     
    She suddenly retreated, as if bitten by a snake. The poison of his words struck straight to her heart and grasped it tightly, squeezing until it barely was pumping at all. She shattered, her guilt reaching a peak, as her suspicions were correct – he did blame her for his injury in the military. She backed away in shock. Her fingers began shaking as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and turned around. He didn’t want to see her anymore? Well, she didn’t want to see him anymore either – she had work to do anyway.
     
    Wiping the stream of tears off of her face, she reentered The Morning Bell and mentally prepared herself for the day ahead. By the time she put on her apron and tied her hair up in a bun, all of her employees were ready-to-serve and the first customer had already arrived: Mrs. Jones, who had eaten breakfast at the diner for as long as Jasmine could remember. She was still accompanied by her sons, only they were now polite eleven and thirteen-year-olds rather than rambunctious three and five-year-olds.
     
    She sat in a seat by the window with her boys. Jasmine signaled Abby, who jumped up excitedly to take her first order. After successfully writing down an order of three breakfast sandwiches, one coffee, and two glasses of water – much to the boys’ dismay – she handed the order paper to Jasmine, who posted it up in the window for Mason to cook.
     
    Once the food was ready, Jasmine grabbed the tray of food and handed it to Abby to bring to the family. Jasmine took the order paper to throw away, beginning to crumble it slightly. However, just as she stood over the trash can, a flash of unfamiliar writing caught her eye. The bottom of the paper contained a small note that read: “Jasmine, let’s cut the awkward flirting and skip straight to a hot date. My place after work, tonight at 6:30?”
     
    She raised both eyebrows in shock, looking up to the chef window, with no sign of Mason to be seen. He was busy cooking away in the kitchen. She knew she shouldn’t encourage his bad behavior, but something about it thrilled her. Biting her lip in a mix of nervousness and excitement, she quickly grabbed the next order paper and scribbled a large, capitalized “YES” on the bottom of the paper.
     
    The paper was clipped onto the kitchen window and awaited a response. This time, Mason appeared in the window and gave her a wink. However, behind his cool guy exterior, she saw a hint of excitement as well. His single dimple was apparent, as he was offering her a true smile. She could not wait for that evening; she just had to get through the long day of work first.
     
    The day crept along slowly until it eventually turned six o’clock. The anchor clock let off the dismissal alarm, causing Jasmine’s heart to fill with joy. After saying goodbye to her employees, she raced up to her apartment. Ignoring Calvin’s room, she ran to her closet and picked out a casual outfit with a hidden push-up bra and a pair of sexy, lacy underwear underneath. She enjoyed wearing boring clothing to surprise men with lingerie when they ripped her clothing off – and she was definitely going to allow Mason to have her tonight.
     
    There was more to the attraction, however, than simply lust. She truly felt happy when he was around, and couldn’t wait to explore the romance further. She even started to wonder if she could have an actual relationship with this man beyond dates and flirting. He was so different than her, but that only proved the concept that “opposites attract.”
     
    Where she faltered, she felt that he succeeded, and vice versa. He was the typical “bad boy” type of guy – mysterious, arrogant, and full of surprises. She, on the other hand, was the very opposite – social, sweet, and an open book. Being around Mason made her feel as if she were stepping out of her comfort zone and challenging herself to live her life in a