Goober walked into the diner, not surprised by the fact that he was the only customer. Everyone else was at the dance.
He sat at the counter and stared down at the marble top, only to be startled by the waitress clearing her throat.
"Oh, hey Olive," he said. "I'll have a plate of spaghetti and a milkshake."
Goober looked back down at the counter, almost not noticing when Olive placed his order in front of him. He offered a weak smile as he thanked her, but he didn't pick up his silverware.
She watched him for a few moments before speaking. "Goober, are you all right?"
"Hm? Oh yeah. I was just thinking."
The truth of the matter was, thinking was about the only thing he'd been able to do the last several days. He had only one thing on his mind, and it had him so distracted until he was ready to spit.
He'd barely spoken the words before the bell over the door jingled, and in walked the reason his thoughts were so jumbled.
Louise.