Eden’s POV

“We can wait,” Ryder hums, leaning over the counter of the diner, his eyes wide as they drape down my uniform dress. “I kind of like this place now.”

I snicker, patting him on the shoulder until he sits back on his barstool. “It’s fine, guys. Go ahead without me. I can walk to the lounge when I clock out.”

Dante pouts but ultimately hands me a set of keys. “Here. Take this, okay? We will walk. I don’t want you out at night ...