Jayla parked her purple Harley outside the diner, Lulu peeking out of her leather pouch like a queen surveying her subjects. The waitress froze mid-order as Jayla strolled in, sunglasses still on, hips swaying. “Coffee. Black. And a slice of pie big enough to offend my doctor,” she said. Lulu gave a single bark at a man staring too long. Jayla smirked. “She doesn’t like gawkers. Neither do I.”
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