What You Do To Me: Chapter 4 – The Smooth Train

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For a moment Waylon was left speechless but as he saw the man's smile falter he quickly regained his ability to speak.

"Of course. I'm not here with anyone." As he added on the last sentence he felt a surge of loneliness and bitterness.

With a quick flash of his dazzling white teeth the man from earlier sat down. Waylon felt any bitterness he had left quickly disappear as he gazed into the other's blue eyes.

"Sorry to bother you. I just thought you might want some company since you came in here alone." He said as he studied Waylon's face. "I'm Jude by the way." He geld out his hand.

"Waylon Smithers." He reached out and accepted the proffered hand. His finger's felt rough and callused in Waylon's hand. "You new to Springfield?" He asked curiously, he had honestly never seen the man before.

"I just moved here about a week ago for my new job. It's been hard looking for new friends." He admitted.

Waylon sighed. "Yeah I know the feeling. So what do you do for a living, if you don't mind me asking?"

"A local jazz club hired me. They were looking for a lead guitarist and I was looking for a steady gig. The interview went well so here I am." He said as he ran a hand thorugh his soft looking hair.

That explained the calluses, Waylon figured.

"So what do you do for a living?" Jude asked, observing Waylon's face. Waylon couldn't help but notice how sift his features were. They gave the impression that he was in his early twenties.

"I'm the personal assistant to Montogomery Burns, the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant owner." He told him.

Usually he would've continued but he didn't feel like talking about himself some more or going on about his boss which go on for hours. He was more interested in this new man who had arrived in town. He was interesting and seemed to offer something new and different from the dreary routine of Waylon's life.

"How old are you?" Waylon questioned.

"Thirty-nine, you?" Jude asked curiously.

"Wow you look so much younger than thirty-nine! I'm forty-three."

Jude threw back his head and laughed.

"Thanks. I can say the same about yourself." He complimented.

Waylon smiled the first true smile for what seemed like a long time.

"How long have you played guitar for? I always used to want to play the violin but my parents never thought it was worth spending all that money on me."

"That's awful. Music has always been a huge part of my life. I've played since I was ten."

"That's amazing. What club are you playing at?" Waylon asked.

"The Smooth Train. It's in another part of Springfield." He said slightly uneasily.

Waylon was taken aback. "Wow you got hired there! That's a BIG club. I've always wanted to go there but never got the chance."

"Well if you wanted to come sometime I start on Friday and play Mondays to Fridays. Always in the evenings. I've got to get going now. It's been nice talking to you Waylon. Hopefully I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you." Waylon said. As he left Waylon felt a sudden strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.