CHAPTER 13: HIS NAME

NATASHA

With a sigh of relief, I placed the tray on the counter, marking the end of my shift and the end of the day's toil. However, I couldn't escape the prying gaze of Doris.

"What?" I questioned, removing my apron.

"I've watched you for months, moving around the diner with such elegance. Your posture is impeccable - your back straight, head held high, and your walk, like you own the runway," she observed.

There was no escaping her scrutiny.

"But I've noticed something different these past three days. You've been waddling like a penguin," she squinted at me. "Did Mike wrecked that pussy?" She shifted her eyes below my waist.

Caught off guard, I choked on my own spit, staring at her wide-eyed while clutching my throat. "Doris!"

Her laughter echoed around the room. "I knew it! You've always had good taste in men, but I didn't expect you to fall for him so quickly. You've only just met him, right?"

"I never said I did," I defended myself, but Doris remained unconvinced.

"Your silence s