The View

Nash's [POV]

"So what, you work here now?"

When Elle stands up, I see she's wearing a waitress's apron. She grabs an order pad off Sam's table.

"Izzy had a headache. I told her to go lie down and I'd take her shift." She smiles at me as she makes her way over to my table with a pot of coffee. "And Merry Christmas, by the way."

She has on black leggings tucked into her fur-lined boots. The sleeves on her white T-shirt are pushed up to her elbows. Her hair's back in a messy ponytail with strands falling around her glowing face. She looks like she belongs here.

"Merry Christmas, Elle," I say, smiling as she pours my coffee. "And what do you know about waitressing?"

"I know enough to get the coffee into the cups of people I like and into the laps of people I don't like. Which do you want to be?" She raises her eyebrows and does that little head tilt that makes me crazy.

"I'd like to stay on your good side, ma'am. Thank you."