I watched him as he walked away from the two graves. The leaves had begun falling from the trees scattered around the small cemetery and had covered the resting places of his most beloved.
Miles was silly, in a way, as he brought along his own rake to clear the leaves from his wife and son's resting places. He didn't care that the groundskeepers would clear them away weekly, it gave him a sense of peace to clear the leaves himself.
I watched as he got into his lonely car, gave a last sad look at the headstone that had his wife and son's names etched for eternity, and pulled down the drive.
I looked at the marble marker that adorned the site where his family lay and decided that I couldn't wait any longer. It was time for me to play matchmaker as he was going to miss a great opportunity by wallowing in his past's misery.
I was tired of seeing such a once vibrant man's body shake with tears of sorrow. He needed to move on, and I had the means to make it happen if he'd let it. I was going to help him fall in love again.
*****
Miles walked into the restaurant where he'd eaten three times a week since he lost his wife two years earlier. He sat at the same table, looked at the same menu, and ordered the same meal.
That day I watched him from a close distance and groaned inwardly as he ignored the flirting of his regular waitress.
Her name was Jessica, and he didn't know it, but she experienced her own loss. She had a daughter named Kylie, and Kylie died from SIDS six months before Miles lost his wife and child to a drunk driver.
I moved past his table and said, "You should ask her out. She likes you."
I didn't give him a chance to respond as I continued moving away from him. He looked up with an odd expression and shrugged it off.
I watched from the bar area as Jessica returned with his vodka martini and hoped that would be the time he noticed her affection for him.
"Thank you," Miles said when she sat down the foggy adult beverage.
"Shaken not stirred, Mr. Bond," she said with a smile.
"Come on, now's your chance," I whispered to myself.
Miles felt a surge of positive energy flow through him and decided to use some of the wit his wife once loved.
"Thank you, Miss Galore," Miles said with a real smile which extended to his eyes.
Jessica giggled and said, "Careful, Mr. Bond. You play dangerous games."
Miles winked and said, "Those always have the best prizes."
She smiled and said, "Your dinner will be up shortly."
She walked away and looked back over her shoulder at the well-dressed, handsome young man. He returned her smile and shook his head.
"What the hell was that, Miles?" he asked himself. He let his mood sour as he sipped his drink. His thoughts about Jessica faded into memories of his wife and child.
I noticed his countenance change and sighed, "Fight those thoughts, Man. It's time to move on."
He put his head down, I moved passed his table, and said, "Ask her out."
He looked up, but I was already gone. I smiled when he shook his head thinking he was hearing things. I was beginning to enjoy the little game I played with him. It had been a long time since I'd played a game.
I watched her set his plate down as she said, "Caesar salad with steak. I had them put some extra steak on for you at no charge."
