It had been a while since I had seen her this happy. Her brown eyes glowing, her smile taking up all of her face. She had come into the restaurant that I was working at, and requested me for her waitress. As I walked up with her Diet Coke on a tray in my hand, I was taken aback by her beauty that she still contained, and by the love I still had for her.
I placed the soda in front of her and asked her how her day was going. We did the whole "waitress and customer" dance for a while till I took her order. As I went to give the order to the kitchen, I wondered why she was here. What it was that she wanted. If she still wanted me. I pushed all the feelings aside and told myself that I was so jumping to conclusions and that she just wanted something to eat.
I tried to avoid her. But every time I walked into the dining room, I could feel her eyes upon me. As I bussed tables, I felt as if I was being undressed right there. When I looked up and our eyes met, I felt naked in her presence. How could I feel this strongly for a person that I have been trying to let go for so long? How could I feel the butterflies for her like the first day we ever spoke?
I get her order ready to take out, and as I do so, my manager tells me that she will be my last table. All my side work is done so now I just have to wait for her, my first love, to finish and leave. I take out the order and ask her if she needs anything else. She looks up at me, with those curious eyes and foxy smile and says, "Just you." I chuckle, aware of how much I am blushing now, and under my breath I tell her, "Maybe tonight." and went away.
I walk back a couple minutes later to see how she is doing and she asks me when I am off. I tell her when she leaves. I realize how bitchy it came out, but I couldn't find a way of hiding the pain that I have felt for so long without her, and now that she is here, in my presence again, I just didn't know what to do. So without another word she was gone, just as fast as she came in.
A little while later I walk out to my car to leave and there is this hot pink Chevy truck parked next to my car. And she was driving. I walk up to my car, trying so hard not to notice her in the driver seat, but as I hear the window roll down I turn around and see her fabulous face. She asked me to hop in and I did, and we drove.