Alex is quiet for a moment, and then he takes out the beef sandwich I was saving for my lunch. I don’t stop him, though.

“So, you’re a waitress, huh?”

“Well, gee.” I widen my eyes and gawk at him. “How did you figure that out?”

His lips twitch, and then he bites into his sandwich, chewing slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Have you lived in Oakrest Town your whole life?”

“Nine years.”

“Where were you before?”

“Why are you interrogating me?”

“It’s ...