I have no idea how Paris deduced this so quickly but I just start angrily scooping out ice cream while she fills up the blender cup with milk.

"Damn!" Paris said putting the cup in the blender.

She says nothing else, just helps me get all the shakes made. Paris tells her dad that she's going to help me deliver them to the tables.

"You know you're not supposed to be on the floor!" her dad yells from the cook line.

"He just got sat with a huge party from Mike's school, Dad."

"Damn it! I forgot tonight's the last night of the play. Sorry, Finn. Look since you're not serving any alcohol Paris, you can help out, but just those tables."

"Got it, Dad."

Once we get past the kitchen doors, Paris stops me. "Which table?"

"What?"

"Your ex? Which table is she sitting at?"

"Twenty-three. Why?" I ask her but Paris doesn't answer. Instead, she takes the tray from me that had the 2 vanilla and 1 strawberry shakes on it. "Paris, no!"

But it's too late. She's already over there. "Who ordered the strawberry shake?" I hear her ask and the girl next to Shawna raises her hand like she's in class and wants to ask a question.

"Alright, so there's only two left, Vanilla and Vanilla and they go to?"

Shawna and Brynn point to themselves. I hand out the rest of the drink orders to the other tables.

"Hey, don't I know you?" Shawna asks Paris.

"Possible? I'm here all the time, so you've probably seen me before."

"No... no, you're Mikey's little sister. Aren't you?"

Paris smiles and she tucks the empty tray under her arm. "Guilty as charged, but try not to let that get out will you. I've got a rep to uphold you know."

"You're Paris?" Brynn said and I watch her give Paris a once over look that makes my tick of laughing at inappropriate moments want to kick in BIG TIME.

"That's right. Do I know you?" Paris asked but I'm pretty sure she's just figured out who my ex is.

"No," Brynn said, but I see her dunking her straw a few times like she's picturing drowning a particular someone, good... well not good that Brynn wants to hurt Paris but good that it's not just me that feels something.

"So, what can I get you all to eat?" Paris turns her smile up 1000 watts.

"I thought Finn was our waiter?" Shawna asked obviously disappointed, probably hoping for some more drama to occur between Brynn and me and excited that she had accidentally gotten a front row seat to it.

"I'm just giving him a hand. He'll bring your order out. He goes to your school right? I just love that guy."

"Love, huh?" Shawna's ears perk up and I'm having a difficult time paying attention to the orders I'm taking and have to ask them to repeat themselves.

"Yeah, he's really helped my Dad this weekend by stepping in when people called out. He's just a great guy, you know. I'm so glad he's decided to work here."

"I'll bet!" Shawna states nudging the girl next to her and they both giggle.

"We'll take a large extra cheese pizza. I'm sure not even Finn can find a way to screw that up," Adam scoffs.

"I imagine it would difficult as I'm the one who takes care of the pizzas. So one extra cheese? Anything else?" Paris asked not even the slightest bit phased by Adam's attitude.

The two girls shake their heads no and Brynn hasn't looked up from her shake since she asked Paris to declare who she was.

I put the orders I took in and meet Paris back in the kitchen. She's already making the extra cheese pizza. "Why did you do that?" I ask her, moving on immediately to help her out with the other pizzas that were ordered.

"Do what? Help you?" Paris counters as she places the pizza on the conveyor belt.

"Help me?" I say incredulously. "By what? Antagonizing my ex-girlfriend?"

"It's the black girl right?" Paris said, and my hand stills putting on the sauce. I just stare at her, and she laughs. "I know it's the girl with the streaks in her hair." Paris confesses, "She's cute. I can see why you like her. She doesn't seem to like me though."

"I may have mentioned you to her once."

"You talked about me?"

"Yeah, sort of?"

"What did she say about me?"

"She thought I should date you," I said bitterly remembering every moment of that conversation in vivid detail.

"Really?" Again with the note of interest. "She did break up with you right?"

"Yeah," I say putting the half-pepperoni pizza I made on the belt.

"She's still totally into you. You know that right?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters!" Paris says sliding another pizza on and taking the extra cheese and sliding it back a little in the oven with her board to let the cheese melt a little more.

"No, it doesn't!"

"Why not?!" Paris demanded to know.

"Because I told her I love her and she refused to say it back, OKAY?"

Paris turned back to look at me when I said this, I guess because of the emotion in my voice and unfortunately wasn't paying attention to the pizza plate that was sliding back on the board.

"Son of a... MMMMM!" She says and drops the board.

I quickly step in pull the pizza off as Paris now nursing a burnt hand, the plate slid right across her thumb.

I grab hold of her and pull her to the back sink. "I just need some ice... I'll be..." She stops talking I guess because of the look on my face. I'm mad as hell that she got hurt because of me, and my stupid drama over Brynn.

"Those plates are greased you have to wash the grease off first or it will just insulate the burn. I can see it's already starting to blister and gently wash off her hand. She just stares at me. "I'm sorry, Finn...I didn't mean... I would never want to cause trouble for you."

"I know that, Paris."

"What's going on back here?! I've got pizza backing up all over the place!" Mr. Brock says as he approaches us and is staring hard at me as I'm currently holding his daughter's hand.

"She burnt her hand, Mr. Brock. It looks pretty bad," I say letting go of her hand.

His face immediately changes from an angry employer to concerned Dad. It always amazes me how parents can do that. He steps in to look it over, "Baby, you okay?"

"Yeah, Dad. It'll blister but it would have been much worse it wasn't for Finn."

"Thanks, Finn," he says to me. "I'll take it from here. We need to get some ice on this Paris. Finn, I need you to get those pizzas out there. The oven and orders are getting backed up."

"Sure," I say and walk back to the front and take care of cutting up the pizzas and putting them on the pedestals to take them out to the floor.

I serve Brynn's table last. I place the pizza down in the middle of the table, along with the plates so they can serve themselves.

"Took you long enough."

I glare at Adam and he actually shrunk back a little. I plaster on a smile. "Will you be needing anything else?"

Brynn is looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern. "We're good for now," Shawna piped in.

"I'll be back in a little while to check up on you." Shawna smiles at me sweetly and I walk away.

I get back to the kitchen and take care of the oven and the pizza orders that have come in, even the mini pizza with anchovies though they still skive me. Thankfully the phone isn't ringing with orders but that's most likely because it's 10:30 on a Sunday night, but I do ring out a few of Angie's checks before checking on my tables again.

I bring everyone their checks, box up the leftovers and ask the question again if they need anything. It's bothering the heck out of me that Paris isn't back yet. Brynn pulls out her wallet to pay but Adam stops her. "I've got this."

"No it's fine, really?" she tells him.

"I insist," he tells her and stares up at me, looking I'm guessing smug but he really can't pull that look off.

"Thanks!" Shawna says and her friend chimes in with, "Yeah, that's really sweet of you, Adam." And I know it's my turn to look smug, as I know it was his intention to pay for Brynn but now he's stuck paying for all of them.

He shoves the money at me and I gladly take it from him. "I'll be right back with your change."

I cash out the rest of my checks and return the change eager to get back to the kitchen and check on Paris. I'm relieved when I see her at the counter again. "Hey?"

"Hey." She looks over at me and smiles.

"How's the thumb?"

She holds up a bandaged hand and I frown. "That bad?"

"Nah, just Dad overdoing it. Besides what's life without a few wicked scars."

I know she meant this to be funny but I don't feel much like laughing.

She steps closer to me and puts her hand on my arm. "I'm good. Really." She tries to console me.

I try to smile but I know I'm not really making it work and nod.

"Yeah," I say, taking her hand wishing I could see for myself that it's not that bad.

"Honest," she reassures me, "I should have never pressed. I should have just kept my mouth shut."

I know the feeling.

"I don't like the fact that you got hurt because of me," I say frowning.

Paris gets that shy look again. "This isn't your fault, Finn. I'm the idiot that wasn't paying attention."

"I distracted you."

"Well..." Paris gives me that mischievous grin of hers. "You are distracting but I'm a professional. I should know better than to let myself get distracted on the job."

I laugh at her and I hear, "Goodnight Finn... Paris." And I see Shawna looking at us with her own mischievous look. Brynn's eyes meet mine and I let go of Paris' hand. Brynn frowns and walks away with Adam close on her heels.