Writing

This is from the short story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. If anyone wants to read the whole thing, I'd love feedback.

We ate and chatted. Rita was new in town. Working as a waitress and had accompanied a co-worker to the party the night before.
Rita looked at me kind of funny. “Everything alright?” I asked.
Rita shoved eggs into her mouth. “I’m stealing your car.”
I was stunned for about 17 different reasons. “What? No.” I was whispering. “No! Wait? Why am I talking to you? I’m leaving. I should be making a scene!”
“I wouldn’t do that.” She cut off a small bite of pancake and dipped it in her syrup.
“What? Why not?”
“Because,” she said, eating the pancake. “I have a gun. It’s pointed at you under the table.”
“WHAT?”
“I have a gun. Come on, I really need your car keys. I’m running late.”
“No. What are you talking about? What are you late for?”
“I’m meeting a friend down in Charleston tonight. She has a new boy friend that she wants me to meet.”
“Wait. What?”