NICOLE

"Is that her?" Mason asks in my ear.

I turn to look at the entrance and see a woman walking into the diner on heels that are way too high. The black, sparkly, sequined dress she's wearing is body-tight, and her heels are a Ferrari red color. When her gaze lands on us, I raise a hand to capture her attention. It's really her, even if the profile picture on her social media was taken with a filter.

"She's a rough forty-eight," Mason comments in my ear before she makes her way over.

I ...