Paige's POV
I tighten my ponytail as I head to the table in the far back. A man sits there, typing something I can't articulate at lightning speed. His eyes don't leave the screen, despite the loud chatter in the diner.

We've met half a dozen times
I know your name I know you don't know mine
But I won't hold that against you

I'm pretty sure his name is Walter. I've noticed that he's had people with him every now and then. He has had a man in a black fedora and a man who wears sweater vests, and I am pretty sure those might be his friends, although they usually talk about their 'jobs.' But there has been someone else. A woman with dark hair that cascades down her shoulders or is in a high ponytail. She is stunning if you look past the dirt, grease, and oil that stains her skin. I don't think she is his girlfriend, but I could be wrong. After all, I am just some stupid waitress.

You come here every Friday night
I take your order and try to be polite
And hide what I've been going through

Walter orders from the menu and I write it down on the pad of paper in my hand. I smile so he can't try to see through me.

The thing is, I haven't been in a nice spot lately. I am a single mom with a young son and working two jobs. I had my son, Ralph, when I was twenty. His father, Drew, left us not too long after I had Ralph. Things only went worse from there. We were kicked out of our apartment with only a few of our belongings. And a few dollars in my ripped pocket. I held Ralph's hand as we walked the busy and chaotic streets of Los Angeles so I could find work. Ralph quietly pointed to a diner across the street and pulled my sleeve as he peered up at me. I smiled at him and crossed the street. With the five dollars I had, I bought my son an ice cream and got interviewed for the job.

Then I received the best news I have heard in a long time. I convinced the owner to pay me in advance, so we were able to stay in a hotel. Ralph kept struggling in school. And it got to the point that I had to pull him out and take him to work with me.

I deliver the order to the kitchen and sigh. Instantly, a woman at a table waves me over like I'm her slave. I clean up the mess that her daughter made with a rag and head back to the kitchen just as Walter's order is finished. Balancing the plate in one hand and holding his drink in the other, I walk to the back table. With another forced smile, I set the plate and glass down gently. We lock eyes for a moment and I can't help but think 'If you looked me right in the eye, would you see the pain deep inside?
Would you take the time to ...'

Then unexpectedly, my heart begins to plea, 'Tell me what I need to hear! Tell me that I'm not forgotten! Show me there's a thing that can be more than all I've ever wanted! 'Cause right now I need a little hope! I need to know that I'm not alone! Maybe God is calling you tonight, to tell me something that might save my life!'

Then I barely notice a tear slide down my cheek. I wipe it off and turn away from Walter, but something grips my hand. "Paige?" he whispers. Wait, he knows my name? I don't turn back around. "Paige," he says with more confidence. I face him. "Are you okay?" he asks. I nod. He shakes his head, "No. You're not." He stands up from the booth. "Can we go outside?" I hesitantly nod and he leads me outside. We go to the side of the building and he takes my hands and looks into my eyes. "Paige, can you tell me what's wrong?"

I bite my lip and try not to cry. Why is he trying to help me? He doesn't know who I am. But he knows my name. No one has taken the time to learn my name.

"Paige? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

I haven't even heard anybody ask me that question. I mean, Drew did, but he was angry with me.

I swallow a sob and stare at my scuffed up shoes. He squeezes my hands and I know, I can tell him.

"Tell me what I need to hear! Tell me that I'm not forgotten! Show me there's a thing that can be more than all I've ever wanted! 'Cause right now I need a little hope! I need to know that I'm not alone! Maybe God is calling you tonight, to tell me something that might save my life!"

I start to cry, then sob uncontrollably. He pulls me against his chest and rubs his hands up and down my back.

Maybe he's going to save my life.

I can't believe I'm just now writing a Waige oneshot book! But I'm glad I finally have. As you can tell, this is an AU and song lyric prompt. This song is called 'Save My Life' by Sidewalk Prophets. Every time I hear this song, I think of Paige. And this morning, as I was on my way home, this song came on and I thought, 'That's it, I'm finally going to write it!' I tweaked the lyrics a little bit, but it isn't anything big. I might continue this prompt, so let me know if you would like that. (By the way, I didn't exactly proof read this, I apologize for any and all mistakes.)