Food and a Skirt

The diner was full of life. People floating in and out of the seats, going to the bathroom, leaving a tip, and walking out the door was the most exciting part of his day. The waitress comes up and she holds a coffee glass and appears to ask him if he would like some. He was feeling intuitive today so he mildly shook his head. She walks away quickly; there are a lot of customers. He just stares aimlessly around looking at the portraits of Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe on the walls, the old pair of drums and a guitar, and all the old signs asking you to “come and get a milkshake today”. The waitress comes back realizing that he has been waiting for a little while and she tries to talk to him; nothing comes out of her mouth. He is left staring at her lips and looking with astonishment. She is beautiful. She is dumb-founded as she realizes that he is deaf. The sign around his neck clearly representing that he doesn’t understand speech. Trying to make up for her obliviousness, she voices I am so sorry. I didn’t see it. I close my eyes and shake my head with approval. It happens at least once a day. Do you know what you would like? I didn’t even look at them menu. She was too beautiful. Her golden yellow hair brighter than the sun, her green eyes that could pierce through skin, and her long slender body was the only thing he could concentrate on. What is good? I wrote on a piece of napkin. She stood there thinking to herself and looking excited, held up her finger, and walked away. Whatever she would be bringing to him, he knew he would enjoy.
After about ten minutes it had arrived. This is the meal that would describe her entirety. She placed it on the table and after about twenty seconds, she walked away. She was probably telling him what it was but he blonde hair was taking over her senses. She would probably realize that he couldn’t understand what she is saying unless he is looking directly at her and he was too enticed by the food in front of him. He took the first bite with suspense and wonderment and…it was better that he could ever dream. Mouth-watering and scrumptious, it felt orgasmic. This was the best food he had ever tasted and he was hoping that it would be this way. He mows down this food like it’s going out of style. After he was done, the plate was taken away and now he just had to pay. She hands him a slip with the price with a little smiley face on it. This is the worst part of the meal. Paying for it. He was not a thief or some lowlife, so he got out his wallet and paid. Like some kind of dare was asked of him, he did something daring. He put his name and phone number on the slip and he was going to look for the waitress to give it to her. As he walked forward, she started to walk toward him. He hands her the little money and slip holder and she mouths to him, “have a nice day,” and as he walks away using the best amount of courage he could he uses his suave voice and says, “You too,” and he walks out of the diner and into the world of tomorrow.