The day is cool and breezy, the sun beating playfully upon the faces of the people passing. With the cool breeze comes a steady flow of customers, all with their own story; some crazy, some inspiring.
Ted and Katie had a brief break and were cleaning up the counter at their little tiki hut when a good looking man in his fifties made his way over, and took a seat on the middle stool. "Hello," he said, sounding a bit lost. "Hi there," Katie spoke as she shook her rag over the trashcan, and slung it over her shoulder. "What brings you here?"
The man readjusted himself on the stool, and it was clear to the couple that more than a drink brought the gentleman to them. "Unfortunately nothing as simple as a drink," he replied, "I'll take a lemonade." Ted touched his wife's arm and let her know that he would get it for her. Katie watched as Ted walked to the side of the hut, "What's worrying you honey?"
The man chuckled a bit at being called honey by someone older than him, he was always the one to patronize. He raised his eyebrow at her. "It's about a girl, isn't it?" Katie shook her head as she laughed silently to herself. The traveler nodded. "It always is," she said. Ted returned with the drink, and handed it to him. "Here you are, Mister…?" The man looked down at the drink, and finally up. "Grissom."