We were on the main road now and Joel pulled into an old-fashioned small diner. I noticed his rigid jaw on the unmarred side of his face. I got out of the truck before he could walk around and lift me out. If anyone was behind me I'm sure they got a glimpse of my panties, but I just didn't care at the moment. Joel held the door open for me and we walked inside. The place was clean and quaint. The aroma of fried bacon hung in the air.
"Big match today. Wondered when you'd be by to fill up those engines," an older waitress said while she grabbed two menus.
Joel gave her a brief hug before introducing us. "Maggs, this is Cami Avesque from a Cleveland newspaper doing some articles on The Slam."
Maggs didn't look twice at my dress. With a warm smile she shook my hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm glad you brought this man in for his meal. It's good luck for him to eat our half a pig, dozen egg special before a match."
I had to laugh. "I thought he was joking."