Caleb rolled his eyes as she poked his nose, and the thought crossed his mind that this girl may be more than he can handle. She was bubbly and talkitive. He was quiet and neutral. 

"Alright, alright, let's go," he mumbled as he grabbed his key from the kitchen counter to unlock the deadbolt from the inside and eventually unlock his truck. His favorite breakfast place was a small diner a few blocks east of his apartment, one owned by old family friends of his. Although the city was big, he seemed to know someone wherever he went, and as fun as it was when he was younger, it got old.

"Caleb fuckin' Miller," a feminine voice rang out through the diner almost as soon as he opened the door. 

"Oh, shit," he whispered as a thin brunette scurried over to her hostess stand. Now his anonymity was shattered.

"You can't call me back after a week, but you bring another girl here?" the girl asked loudly, causing other patrons in the restaurant to turn their head.

Caleb's voice was much quieter than gets. "It's not like that, Lain."

"Oh, it's not, huh?" She rolled her eyes as she penciled in the party of two on the paper in front of her. "You sleep with me, don't call me, and bring another girl where I work?" 

"She's Jimmy's cousin. She's in town for the funeral," Caleb replied in a pathetic tone as he wrapped an arm around Lola's shoulder. "Don't you think she's been through enough, Lain? Jesus."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," the girl apologized as she looked to Lola. "I didn't know."

"Can we sit now?" Caleb asked.

Lain waved a hand. "Of course, of course," she said as she took them to their booth. Once she sat them, Lain rested her hands on the table and leaned close to Caleb, now speaking much more lowly than before.

"Caleb?" She nearly whispered.

"Yes, Lain," he replied, glancing up to her. 

"You better call me soon."

Caleb nodded and looked over to Lola as Lain walked away, and he began to laugh. "Sorry about that, she's a little crazy."