Sometimes when people describe that "mysterious, romantic person over there" (lol) they mention his features. Red hair, red eyes, baseball cap. It's always so easy to tell who they're describing. This is supposed to make fun of those people. Enjoy!
Blossom always ate at the same little cafe on the outskirts of Townsville. It wasn't a very classy place to be, but she adored it just the way it was. Sadly, what it was now was under new management. All of the cooks and servers had been replaced -- she hoped the place itself was still as good as she remembered it.
She sat at her usual table, the one right by the window where you could see the outside world as you sipped some hot chocolate.
Almost immediately, a redhead wearing a waiter's uniform approached her. "Hey, I'm gonna be your server today. So sit tight and enjoy the ride, babe," he said, a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.
Blossom couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something eerily familiar about him. Maybe she had met him in her pre-college years? "I'll have the usual..." He looked at her blankly. "Oh, right. New manangement. I'll have the grilled cheese sandwich, melt the cheese well, no turkey, extra pickles, lettuce and tomato on the side, fries with no salt, and make sure the bread is white with no sesame seeds. And yes, I am trying to make your life difficult."
He chuckled, wiping his red hair from one eye. "That's 'the usual', eh?"
"Uh huh. Good luck remembering it."
"I think I could...for you," he said, obviously flirting. Blossom blushed.
"Look, if you're trying to hit on me, it's not working," she scoffed, hiding the fact that she kind of liked it. "I don't fall for things like that, or... or, uh" -- she fumbled for words -- "or... dorky jerks like you! So get me my cheese cutewich! I - I mean sandwich!" She flushed red.
A little more humbly, the waiter teased, "Coming right up." He walked away.
A man with a red baseball cap approached her. "Hey there," he said, a smug grin on his face. "What's your name, babe?"
She sighed. "I'm Blossom. But..." She caught herself before she revealed more about herself. "But that's really none of your business." Again, she blushed. Everywhere she went, compliments!
He smirked, and his red eyes watched her closely.
"No... guess not," he said, smiling. "I'll be over here if you... uh... change your mind." He winked at her and she smiled. She still tried to conceal the fact that she thought he wasreally cute.
The waiter approached her again, his hand holding a grilled cheese sandwich. "Here you go, just the way you like it," he said, grinning. It was just what she had asked for. "I really like you, you know," he said softly. "Spare a hardworking waiter a phone number?"
The fiery redheaded bartender with his hair slicked back handsomely intercepted. "Me too. I'd really like your number, babe... I've been eying you all night long, and I'd like to get to know you better... Can I?"
"No, me, please?" the man said from across a few tables.
"Hey, I asked first!" the waiter protested.
She laughed and threw her head back. "You're all so sweet and cute, but... I'm seeing someone, sorry."
The waiter remarked, "Lucky guy... What's his name? What does he look like?"
Her phone rang all of a sudden. "Oh, look -- it's my boyfriend." She flipped her phone open and answered it. "Hey, Brick..."