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.
I didn't know where we were going and it felt great. The silence was thick and I couldn't help but stare at her when she shifted gears on the highway. It had started to rain, and the song "Kiss The Rain" came on the radio. While the song was playing, she told me that we were going to the cities. That she was kidnapping me and that we needed to talk since we hadn't talked in over a year. I told her she was right and that I had meant to call but was afraid. I had let my fear of her telling me that friends was all we could be and that I hadn't yet fully dealt with not being with her, feeling her, tasting her. She smiled and said, "Same here".
We started to talk about meaningless stuff. Stuff that didn't really matter until we pulled up in front of a hotel. Puzzled, I asked her what it was that she was planning and she said, "What ever happens baby."
OMFG she called me baby!