-Dean-
I sat anxiously awaiting my guest. It wasn't a date but more like a life altering moment. I saw the waiter point me out to a tall man who had his back turned to me. He turned to face me, made eye contact, and his chest rose as he drew in a deep breath. He slowly made his way over to me, trying to avoid waiters with trays over their shoulders. I shook his hand when he got there, the silence hadn't broken yet. The ice still covered us in a thick coating.
"So Dean. You seem to be getting along well." he said, looking around the restaurant nervously. He must have felt out of place in the fancy establishment.
"Yeah, well the old lady does better then I do. I tend just to stick to the business aspects of her job. She does all the rest."
"That's how you two met right?"
"Yeah, we met a few days after--" I trailed off, flashbacks of that day stung in my head.
"I still can't believe it took you this long to find me. I've been looking for you for years and after a while, I almost gave up." he said.
"Look, that's all behind us now. I found you and now we can get back all that lost time. My brain works now and there's nothing else to fear." I said, lightly knocking on my head. He let out a small laugh and took a long sip of his water.
"I think I need a beer."
"Beer would be good" I said while signaling the waiter over. He looked me over, staring at my every feature as if he was trying to take in every inch like we wouldn't see each other again.
"Do you know who I am?" he finally muttered. His head was down and his eyes avoided mine.
"Only what they told me." I looked at him. His head was cast downward, staring at the table. I could've sworn I saw the tablecloth move slightly but figured it was the lighting playing tricks on my eyes.
"I'm your brother. I'm your brother Sam." he said. He pulled his head up, eyes meeting mine. My breath caught in my throat. The waiter came and sat down our beers when I stopped him.
"You better bring a couple of shots of whiskey. Matter of fact, bring the whole damn bottle."
