Nerds SERIES by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Author:Vicki Lewis Thompson
Format: epub

The smells of the ancient diner registered immediately as Flynn held the door open for Zoe. He'd spent many hours in a cafe like this back in high school because there had been no other place in the small mining town to hang out.

Years of cooking grease and cigarette smoke had settled into the plaster and the cracked vinyl upholstery. If anyone ever created an aromatherapy candle labeled Greasy Spoon, it would smell like this.

Flynn kind of liked it, but he didn't see the Sasquatch Diner as Zoe's kind of place. On a high shelf behind the counter stood football trophies and photos of an earlier, more prosperous Long Shaft. But the pictures and trophies took a backseat to the Bigfoot souvenirs—mugs, key chains, T-shirts, stuffed animals, and bumper stickers. Twenty years ago Flynn would have bought one of each.

A handful of customers were in the diner, and they all looked up when Flynn and Zoe walked in. Silence reigned for a couple of beats, and then everyone returned their attention to their plate, coffee mug, or conversation. Everyone, that is, except Margo, who came rushing out from behind the counter.

Besides a black vinyl miniskirt and her UGG boots, she wore a tight T-shirt in hot pink with the diner's logo on the front. It featured a scary-looking Bigfoot about to bite into an overstuffed hamburger. Flynn had the insane urge to buy a T-shirt for Zoe as a memento of the weekend.

Yeah, like she'd ever wear it. It wouldn't even work as her nerd outfit for the audition. Vera wasn't a T-shirt-wearing type of woman.

But Zoe was, he realized with a start, even if she hadn't figured that out yet. She might think she was strictly Rodeo Drive, but after seeing her in the Einstein sweatshirt, he could picture her lounging around her Malibu beach house wearing a Sasquatch Diner T-shirt and short shorts.

Yes, short shorts, even though last night and today she'd been wearing sweats. This was his fantasy, and in his fantasy he wanted to see her legs. He was truly pathetic.

As Margo came toward them, her permed hair caught up in a side ponytail, she looked perky enough to break into a cheer routine at any minute.

"Hi there!" Margo glanced at Zoe. "Great outfit!"

Zoe lowered her voice. "Flynn thinks it might be a little overdone."

"Nah. You know what you're doing. Did you come to eat?"

Zoe nodded. "And we need to check with you about something."

"Sure, sure. Take this booth over here." Margo ushered them to a place by a grimy window that looked out on the street. "I'll get you some menus."

As Flynn sat down, the ancient wood creaked.

Zoe took the opposite seat and leaned toward him. "Not exactly five-star dining," she murmured.

"Still want to eat here?"

"Are you kidding? Nothing that comes out of that kitchen could possibly be worse than last night's spaghetti."

"Not that I'm agreeing with you, but I thought I'd go find a grocery store before we leave and see if they have any microwave dinners.

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