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along a bit.” I winked, grabbing the order pad from the counter top before going down the line of regulars at the counter.
    “Have a seat!” I called out. It was a habit. When the bell over the diner door dinged, one of us would yell to have a seat, letting the customers know we saw them.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy in the green sweatshirt, the hood over his head, take a seat at the bar on the far end away from the regulars.
    “Mornin’ Maggie.” Joe Farmer, owner of Farmer’s Dry Cleaners, sat in the first seat.
    “Good morning, Joe.” I winked and nodded my head toward the kitchen. I topped off his coffee and the guy next to him. “Did you ask her out yet?” I asked the widower who had been after Auntie Meme before his wife got cold in the grave.
    “She won’t even look at me this morning.” He grunted.
    “Giving her cat calls when she comes to the cleaners isn’t going to win her heart,” I said making my way down the line with the steamy pot of coffee, filling cups that needed filling.
    I had given Joe many tips over the past few years on how to win Auntie Meme, but he figured free dry cleaning and cat calling was the way to go. Clearly not.
    “Coffee?” I asked the guy at the end of the counter.
    His head was down. His fingers drummed the counter and his knee bounced up and down.
    “Coffee?” I asked again. Coffee looked like it was the last thing he needed. His nerves were on high alert.
    “Yeah.” He shook his head, slowly lifting his face. He unzipped his sweatshirt and pulled out a small brown paper package and set it on the counter in front of him. “Sure. Coffee.”
    “Cream? Sugar?” I asked, noticing that he had one brown and one white eyebrow. Strange.
    “Order up, Maggie!” Auntie Meme screamed louder than normal through the pass through.
    I jerked my head her way, the coffee pot still dangling from my hand.
    Auntie Meme slightly shook her head. My eyes lowered as I tried to get a read on what she was trying to say to me. A quick second, Auntie Meme’s eyes opened wider, her jaw set.
    “Coffee please,” a male voice came from behind me.
    I twirled around. There was another man in a black sweatshirt next to the white brow guy. He had his hands folded on the counter in front of him, staring ahead.
    “Good morning.” I tried to greet him through the heavy tension between the triangle of the three of us. I flipped his white coffee cup over on the saucer and began to pour.
    I glanced up, getting sucked into the depths of his blue eyes. An unexplainable brittle look hung around them. It was as though it was nervousness, excitement, and a sense of fright balled up on his face.
    I couldn’t help but notice his muscular build underneath the white t-shirt he wore under his hoodie. His hair was as black as mine and with a nice widow’s peak. A sign of a strong man in the witch world.
    Then something unexplainable happened. My insides shuddered as though my entire being was having an earthquake inside.  My hand started to shake. I forced my eyes to focus on the coffee pot.
    “Shit.” I plucked a few napkins from the dispenser on the counter and tried to dab the entire pot of coffee I had dumped on it, completely missing the cup.
    It was like slow motion; the streams of coffee were reaching the edge of the counter, about to spill over into the lap of blue eyes . The brown package had already been soaked.
    The hooded customer grabbed the package, coffee dripping off the bottom, and darted out of the diner.
    “I’m sssso. . .” I stuttered. I shook my head bringing me back to the reality of hot coffee dripping all over the good looking guy, one customer had darted, and Auntie Meme was sending me daggers.
    I shut my mouth, put the pot down, and turned around to grab a couple towels from the shelf. When I turned back around, blue eyes was gone. The bell over the diner door swung from his abrupt departure.
    “It looks like you need a night out.” Lilith whispered over my