“Pull away,” he said in a quiet voice. His eyes bore into hers which made her look away. “Just wanted to touch your hand is all.”

          “Ah just don’t like people touchin’, me” she said nervously. She folded her hands over her chest looking down. “It ain’t safe.”

          He didn’t fully understand what she meant by that, but let it go for now. Then he thought back to last night. He had touched her skin for a brief second and felt weak afterwards. He felt the fear in her. She was afraid, but maybe not so much of others particularly but maybe herself.  He was determined to learn all her secrets, but it would take time.

          “Here you go, Miss,” the waitress came over and said, while carrying a plate of food. She placed a plate in front of her with a bacon omelet on it with four sausage links and a piping hot cup of coffee. “Is everything to your liking?”

“Sure,” Rogue said with a half-smile trying to be polite. “Everything’s fine.”

          The waitress turned to Remy and gave him a hungry look. “So what’s your pleasure, handsome,” she said. She batted her eyelashes and gave him a big smile while leaning close to him. “Should I tell you the breakfast specials?”

          Rogue threw him a look of disgust. “Non, I’ll jus’ have what she’s havin’, but make my coffee black.”

          “Anything you want,” she said and walked away wiggling her hips in her short tight powder blue uniform. Remy couldn’t help but notice.

          He looked over at Rogue who was practically mutilating her food. “Somet’ing wrong, Chere?”

She then looked up at him. She didn’t say anything, just glared at him and went back to eating. Remy just laughed at her behavior. “What’s so funny?” she finally said after swallowing a piece of sausage.