His muscles rippled beneath the white tee shirt he wore. He smiled a welcome. Heat rose in her face. She flashed him a half-smile and disappeared into the back where employees were allowed to deposit their personal belongings. “I can’t believe I was staring,” she muttered. “How embarrassing.” “Hey, Jo Jo!” Jo turned to greet another waitress. “Hey, Lilly.” The other woman wore ruby red lipstick over full lips. Lilly hung her sweater on a peg and fluffed her bleached, over-processed hair. “Have you seen the new busboy? What a find!” “Yes. His name is Conley.” Jo hung her worn brown sweater next to the other waitress’s fluorescent pink one. “Oooh, you lucky girl,” Lilly cooed. “You have met him.” She turned. The woman’s eyes narrowed and raked over Jo’s sweater. She returned her gaze to Jo’s face.
