There he is again the old man who looks so lost. He's come into my parent's diner every day since I was but a small girl. He sits in the window seat from ten in the morning until we close at nine at night. There is not a lot I know about him.
I know he's English.
I know he prefers tea to coffee.
I know that he has an apple Danish with his morning tea.
I know that he takes a chef salad in the afternoon.
I know that he has that day's soup for dinner.
I know I smile whenever he comes into the diner.
I know I enjoy having him around.
I know that I had a crush on him in my teens.
I know that my time spent in college was hell without him.
Maybe today I'll talk to him…
Maybe I won't…
Maybe…
Maybe…
Maybe I'll just keep his tea coming like I have every day.
"Here you go sir," I say everyday setting his cup of tea down.
"Thank you," He replies softly like he does every day.
"Apple Danish?" I question.
"Please, "
"Coming right up," I say with a smile.
While in college I went to England trying to get over my obsession with him but even partying up a storm with my roommate there I couldn't stop thinking about the man old enough to be my father.
I know that I may never know anything about but I know that I would miss our moments through out the day.
Placing the Danish on the table, "Everything alright?"
"Prefect Love," he says turning his green eyes towards me and smiling.
That's never happened before as I make my way across the diner and behind the counter where I begin to wipe it down. My eyes never leaving the man who captured my heart. He's reading a book today. He only reads books in the spring. Checking to see his black gloves removed and I smile knowing that it was the first day of spring; a time for new beginnings.
Setting my rag down and I walk back over to his table. I take a seat across from him and wait for him to notice I'm there.
Slowly he lowers his book All Quiet on the Western Front
"I'm Elizabeth," I say with a smile.
"I know,"