Observations of A Waiter
He watched her come into the café everyday, everyday for years. On her own, with a guy or a friend. But more often then not he would watch her come in and cry silently into her chocolate ice cream or brownie or whatever dessert she ordered. He walk past leaving her a glass of water or some tissues. She would sit in his section every time. She started to come when he was on shift. He became her silent friend.
He would see about town, with friends, family or a boyfriend. But more often then not on her own with headphones in looking rather morbid. Sitting on benches or bus seats with books or just her music. Rain or shine she was walking round early morning or late at night.
When she didn't turn up at the café for weeks on end he got worried until she came back with a tan. In the years that he had known her she went away for one or two weeks a year and every year for the past five years she would come back with something for him. So now ten key rings graced his house keys. But in those five years the only thing she said to him was what she wanted and thank you.
They never got into anything personal he took him two years to get her name. Now Troy wanted that to change.
Today he was going to talk to her. So when he went on his break he headed over to her. Today she had come in, in tears and not spoken so he'd just brought her the chocolate brownie sundae and a chocolate milkshake at which she had smiled gratefully. Now he sat in front of her.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
She said nothing so he sat down.
"How are you today?" he asked.
"I've come in her for five years and you've never spoken to me," she answered.
"Well I decided that should change," answered Troy.
"Why?" she asked.
"Gabriella you've come in here for five years. I've seen you with friends, family and boyfriends. I've seen you happy, sad and upset. Though birthdays and heartbreak. I decide this morning it was finally time to talk to you and get to know you," answered Troy.
"My boyfriend broke up me," she said.
"I er gathered from the tears," said Troy.
"But why do these guys all keep breaking up with me?" asked Gabriella.
"I don't know the guys and I don't know you. So I can't really say," said Troy. "However I can say I reckon you're a great girl and any guy who breaks up with you is an idiot. You'll find the right one, one day."
Gabriella smiled.
"Thanks Troy," she whispered.
"No problem. I have to go back to work now. But here's my number if you ever need to talk," said Troy.
Gabriella smiled and took the napkin off him. He walked back to the counter and minutes later.
Thank you, for making me smile.
Gabriella.
No problem.
Troy.
Review Please
So this was meant to be a one shot but now it's not.
Gabriella Somerfield