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even realised what she was doing.  After agreeing a day and time, she’d watched his fine ass saunter out of the diner, and the second he’d exited, the doubts had kicked in.  He was nice enough to look at, but Jordan had not been at the front of the queue when personalities were being handed out.  Looks were all he really had going for him, and for Aisline, that wasn’t enough.  He was as dull as dish water. He was the kind of guy who traded only on his looks because he had nothing else to offer, no depth to him at all.  No sense of humour.
    “Yeah, sure.  So lucky.”  Ash replied, a little louder as she checked out her reflection in the stainless steel backing that was behind the counter.  At least she wouldn’t have to get dressed up or anything like that. 
    Lana had come into the diner and tried her damnedest to get Aisline to change and make a bit of an effort before Jordan was due to show up, but she wasn’t having any of it.  He knew that he was picking her up as soon as he shift finished, and anyway, she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. There was no point in going to any effort when she deeply regretted agreeing to it.
    Plus, she wasn’t so much in the mood to dress up or go out at the moment.  With the grief that had been rolling through her body for the last few days, she just didn’t have it in her. The death of their leader had hit her family hard. She’d hoped that Jordan would have had the decency to call her and check that she was okay for tonight, then she would have been able to lay it on thick and back out of this nightmare.  But, no such luck.  He hadn’t even shown his face back in the diner since the night she had agreed to go out with him, and she didn’t have his number, so she was stuck.
    And she was surprised that her parents were letting her out at a time like this.  Hell, they were positively encouraging her. They were as excited about this as Lana was. Shame Ash wasn’t feeling the same.
    Her family and the entire community were in deep mourning after the announcement that their leader had passed away under suspiciously violent circumstances.  But, no. Not even that monumental incident could get her out of this evening.  She’d tried to lay it on as thick as she could get away with, despite the fact that she had truly felt horrendous, but her mother simply gave her a hug and said that an evening out with such a ‘nice’ boy would take her mind off of the grief.
    Terrific.
    Rolling her eyes at her reflection, she knew that her mother would throw a complete fit if she saw how she looked.  With her wrinkled uniform and hair that looked like it could use a good brush, her mother’s old-school style and grace would have been shocked to the very core.  Lana had come around before sunset to straighten and style her hair, but that was all she let her loose on.  If Lana had had her way, she’d have been turning up for her shift at the diner in a floor length ball gown.  Not a cat in hells chance of that.  And anyway, her hair didn’t look too bad.  She’d just run her hands through it one too many times.
    She had conceded and wore minimal make up, which was quite a move for her.  Aisline was naturally pretty and didn’t need cosmetic enhancements, but she’d done the whole mascara and lip gloss thing.  But, that was where she drew the line.
    With a sigh, she turned to look at Jean, who nodded eagerly.  Her heart gave a nervous leap.  It was time.
    Jean was one of the owners of the diner.  Things had gotten better in recent years for the Matris race.  Now that the human world was developing at a faster rate, everywhere seemed to be opening up twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.  That made the lives of the vampires who ventured out into the human world so much easier.  At least they had a variety of places that they could go no, rather than just the Matris owned establishments.
    This diner was, in fact, a Matris owned business.  This