Pie and the Man in Leather
The bell on the door jingles and you are hit by a wave of warmth and smells. You let out a sigh of relief. The rain has not let up any and, of course, today was the day you forgot your coat. The diner is fairly empty. Just two guys sitting at the bar.
You start towards the counter. There is only one thing that will brighten your mood. The waitress comes to the counter. Pen and paper in hand, she says, "Hello, what would you like?" You smile brightly, "I will have a slice of your finest pie." The waitress jots something down and informs you it will just be a moment.
You take a seat at the bar. You hear a hushed voice, "Dean no, leave the girl alone." You look to your left and then you see him. His hair is short and clean cut. He is wearing the largest smirk you have ever seen. He raises his mug to you and winks. You smile and nod. You think of how warm and dry his leather jacket must be keeping him.
Your attention is stolen by the waitress. She places in front of you the most beautiful slice of pie you have ever seen. Your fingers twitch towards your utensils. You briefly debate on whether to use the fork or spoon. You should always use the right tool for the job. You choose and dig into your pie. A smile comes to your face. You realize that you must look like very childish but you just can't bring yourself to care. Then you take another bite.
The man in leather has been watching you this entire town. You don't care though. You have your pie and you are content. The man you think was called Dean, slides closer to you and flags down the waitress. He orders a whole pie to go. He turns and smiles at you. You smile back. He seems quite nice.
The other man pulls a phone from his own jacket and groans. He puts enough money on the counter to pay for both of the men's meals. He signals to the other man to follow saying something about a job. Dean waves good bye to you. You wave back. You wonder if this would be considered flirting. Then you chuckle to yourself. He was probably more interested in your pie. And you think to yourself, "Somebody interested in me, that's just not natural."