Chapter 2~
As the pain and jealousy the happy couple brought upon him became too much to bear, he decided it would be much more enjoyable, not to mention less painful, to finish his food at home. He waited impatiently for the waitress to come around as he noticed Gunther was not at his usual station behind the counter. When she finally did reach the couch, she grinned a smile that almost gave the imputation that she was expecting another request from the somewhat difficult customer.
"Is everything all right, sir? Is there anything else I can get you?", she asked, as politely as possible.
"Yes, actually, I would appreciate it if I could get this to go", he replied, realizing she was now irritated.
"Of, course, I'll have it for you in just a minute", she said, trying not to show her frustration. "After all that, he wants it to go", she mumbled under her breath as she walked away.
Upon returning she handed him his check and his muffin neatly wrapped and placed in a bag. Ross made sure to leave a generous tip for the elderly waitress in compensation for all the trouble he had caused.
Just as he was about to leave the place, he dropped some change, and as he bent down to pick it up, he noticed the door flying open, right into his forehead. The next thing he knew, a woman carrying a box in each hand was leaning over him.
"Oh, my God! Are you all right", she asked, her voice shaky and obviously concerned. "I am so sorry, I was just moving into my new apartment down the street and I stopped in for some coffee on the way over and with these boxes in my arms I couldn't see and...Oh, God, I hope you're all right, I will be perfectly willing to pay for any medical bills and if there is anything I can do, just let me know", she stuttered, almost in tears, thinking she had given him a concussion.
"No, it's O.K.", Ross replied when he could finally see straight. "I'm fine, no big deal, just a little cracked skull is all", he joked, trying to revive the concerned woman from her state of panic.
"Thank God", she grinned as she pushed her long dark hair from her face. "Is there anything I can do? Let me at least buy you another coffee. Have a seat on the couch, I'll go get it for you. What did you have?"
"Irish Cream cappuccino, but, really, you don't have to."
"I nearly knocked you unconscious, I think I can handle the two dollars for a coffee", she laughed. "Just as long as you promise not to sue", she bargained jokingly.
Ross began to stand up and quickly became light
headed and fell back down. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital...just to make sure", she asked as she gently helped him up, looking into his eyes to see if they were dialated once he was safely resting on the couch.
"Yeah, I just got a little dizzy there for a minute", he answered, amazed at her concern.
"I'll get you an ice pack to go with your coffee", she said. He smiled as a sign of his appreciation for her help. He watched her as she walked away, not being able to stop the enormous grin on his face. Maybe it was simply because he was still delirious from his blow to the head, but maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it than that.
As the pain and jealousy the happy couple brought upon him became too much to bear, he decided it would be much more enjoyable, not to mention less painful, to finish his food at home. He waited impatiently for the waitress to come around as he noticed Gunther was not at his usual station behind the counter. When she finally did reach the couch, she grinned a smile that almost gave the imputation that she was expecting another request from the somewhat difficult customer.
"Is everything all right, sir? Is there anything else I can get you?", she asked, as politely as possible.
"Yes, actually, I would appreciate it if I could get this to go", he replied, realizing she was now irritated.
"Of, course, I'll have it for you in just a minute", she said, trying not to show her frustration. "After all that, he wants it to go", she mumbled under her breath as she walked away.
Upon returning she handed him his check and his muffin neatly wrapped and placed in a bag. Ross made sure to leave a generous tip for the elderly waitress in compensation for all the trouble he had caused.
Just as he was about to leave the place, he dropped some change, and as he bent down to pick it up, he noticed the door flying open, right into his forehead. The next thing he knew, a woman carrying a box in each hand was leaning over him.
"Oh, my God! Are you all right", she asked, her voice shaky and obviously concerned. "I am so sorry, I was just moving into my new apartment down the street and I stopped in for some coffee on the way over and with these boxes in my arms I couldn't see and...Oh, God, I hope you're all right, I will be perfectly willing to pay for any medical bills and if there is anything I can do, just let me know", she stuttered, almost in tears, thinking she had given him a concussion.
"No, it's O.K.", Ross replied when he could finally see straight. "I'm fine, no big deal, just a little cracked skull is all", he joked, trying to revive the concerned woman from her state of panic.
"Thank God", she grinned as she pushed her long dark hair from her face. "Is there anything I can do? Let me at least buy you another coffee. Have a seat on the couch, I'll go get it for you. What did you have?"
"Irish Cream cappuccino, but, really, you don't have to."
"I nearly knocked you unconscious, I think I can handle the two dollars for a coffee", she laughed. "Just as long as you promise not to sue", she bargained jokingly.
Ross began to stand up and quickly became light
headed and fell back down. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital...just to make sure", she asked as she gently helped him up, looking into his eyes to see if they were dialated once he was safely resting on the couch.
"Yeah, I just got a little dizzy there for a minute", he answered, amazed at her concern.
"I'll get you an ice pack to go with your coffee", she said. He smiled as a sign of his appreciation for her help. He watched her as she walked away, not being able to stop the enormous grin on his face. Maybe it was simply because he was still delirious from his blow to the head, but maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it than that.