There she is again. Sitting at her usual table in the corner. Her blond hair seem rather wavier this evening. She is busy looking at her phone and talking to another waitress. I take this opportunity to glance at her. She has been featuring in my day and night dreams quite often lately. Well who am I kidding, she has featured in every single one of them. She does things me to that make me blush just thinking about. I have done that a lot, blushing that is when I think about her, her lovely flowing blond hair. Her eyes are greenish I think or hazel. I have avoided looking in them. Because I don't trust my brain to function if I looked in them. She is older, about 40ish maybe. Her curves are just perfect, not too big and not too small. Whenever she enters the diner, she dressed in the loveliest dresses or skirts. When she sits down somehow I am standing next to her in an instant. My heart racing as I jot down her order. I know what she likes, her usual. I have it memorized but I still take her order. She seems to enjoy the attention and doesn't mind the fumbling idiot waitress.
Let me tell you about myself. My name is amber. Freshly out of high school. I was working in a diner part time but I have been working full time here now, while pondering what my future will be. I am about 5"2 tall (don't laugh.), my hair are wavy, dark and just below the shoulders. My eyes are dark brown, I have pale white skin and a slim build. Almost everyone in my family had curves but it skipped me for some reason. Life am I right? So I have perky b cups that I thought at least looked cute. I played soccer in my school, so my legs are pretty toned and my tush pretty cute and tight. I am quite shy and like to keep to myself but it was a whole different story when I was on the pitch. It was like someone else emerged through. I felt free and really loved that game. I feel like I have always been a lesbian. Never really had any interest in boys when growing up. I used to watch my friends gossip about boys and there I would be day dreaming my life with each of them. It wasn't sexual at that point even, just something that felt right.
Eventually I found about all kinds of relationships and the one that caught my fancy was an older woman being with a younger girl. The age difference was attractive to me but I didn't really knew why. I guess I was lacking confidence so much that anyone who had their shit together looked very appealing. Now you often hear shyness can be cute but you don't really know the pain of being attracted to someone and never being able to tell them or anyone. It hurts. Sometimes the feelings used to overwhelm me so much. Especially when I used to get these butterflies in my stomach seeing a pretty woman's laugh. My mind would instantly start imagining how things would be like being with her. Our dates, innocent touches, walks on the beach, holding hands. At this point my brain would interject to make an observation that none of this was possible since they didn't know I existed. I would literally roll eyes at my own brain and bury those goosebumps deep down.
Tonight I missed my chance to be near her. Usually I am the only one at this time since I work late. Only other person is Nate as he is the owner of the diner and a really good human being. Tonight one of the other waitresses stayed late. Damn you Ashley. Actually I shouldn't say that. She is a lovely girl who I am insanely jealous of right now. Sigh. Do you see what I mean. For some reason I had to walk back in the kitchen at the same time my mystery woman / future wife arrived. Now Ashley is taking her order. They smiled at each other before Ashley turned and pointed towards me and my (?) woman followed. I gulped and raised my eyebrows as I saw Ashley nod and walk towards me.
"She wants you to take her order". Ashley grinned and shoved me towards her. I fumbled and attempted to straighten out my apron and skirt, brought my pen and pad out as I was now standing next to her table. I was waiting for her to speak in her soft, angelic voice ( I am so far gone aren't I?) but she just stared with a smile, I couldn't see but I could feel it. Now I had no chance but look up at her and my heart skipped beat when I did.
"umm your... your usual?" wow amber very smooth.
She shook her head.
"I had dinner already but I was craving for a late night pie."
When she said craving, her eyes roamed all over me. I literally felt chills.
"Blueberry or apple.?" I managed to mumble out.
"I will have you with an apple pie on side." She said as matter of fact.
Usually when it's rush hour you learn to tune out all the words aside from the menu. So as a habit, my mind glossed over everything else but apple pie. I nodded and jotted it down and then it took another couple of moments for my brain to catch up on what she said. My eyes bulged and my face flushed. She watched my reaction and burst out laughing. Which made my cheeks tint even redder.