Smit opened the door and then stopped. Some girl was in front of him sort of just standing there. She looked a bit dusty but that made sense to Smit. Her some sort of purple, one of those new trendy shades, looked a little crumpled. But it was her hair that gave her a rumbled up kind of look. That and the fact that her face showed she was in the sun longer than she should have been. Maybe she was one of those party college kids and got left by her friends. She looked the age. Some party in the desert. “Ya going in, ya going out?” Smit asked her as he held the door.
And just them another girl with safety pins in her pants and almost the same sort of purple mixed in with stripes ran back inside carrying something. When Smit followed her with his eyes he noticed the older man sitting at the counter. Even from behind, his dress and the way he sat screamed COP. He didn’t seem to be looking around much just sitting with a cup of coffee. But Smit did make a note to sit at the other end of the dinner.
He had been here a few times. He recognized the waitress but didn’t know her name or anything about her except she had those eyes that could pretend to be interested. He was sure she almost never really was.
He looked back to the slumped up girl with the pony tail and it must have been the good weed that made him smile and ask, “Ya need a cup of coffee? This place has the kind that jolts ya up and stick to ya. Thick as mud.”
That was his invitation. She could take it or not. He moved inside to a booth where he could see the cop but he would have to turn to see him.