Disclaimer: According to my therapist, I own nothing. Shocking, really!
~Chapter 1: Familiarity~
A young woman walks into the diner. Not really an unusual occurrence, but it is when it's only 6:30 in the morning - most people just aren't up this early. She pauses just on the inside of the threshold, looking around the small diner. Her gaze lands on me and, for a minute, it looks as though she has tears in her eyes. Something about her strikes me as familiar, but I don't know what. Maybe I've met her before.
She looks me up and down in an appraising fashion before looking away, nodding her head in an all-knowing way, like she remembers me from somewhere. The feeling of familiarity strengthens.
Weighing her options, she pivots on her heel and walks over to sit down at the table next to the window. I make my way to her slowly, feeling as if I am somehow intruding on a private moment. Silently, I offer her a menu. She waves it off, shaking her head, smiling as if at a private joke.
"Do you know what you want?" I enquire, slightly puzzled by her behavior, still mentally trying to place her.
"Coffee please."
"That all?"
"Yeah. Well, on second thought, maybe you could bring me the entire pot."
Suddenly, it dawns on me who she is. Her clear, blue eyes should have tipped me off, but she has disguised herself very cleverly. Her once long, straight, chocolate brown hair is now shorter, curlier, with subtle red highlights. She looks more polished somehow, having lost her innocent little lamb look. She looks worn, irretrievably tired, defeated in the war that is life. And yet, despite these changes, the moment I realize who she is, old feelings resurface as strong and powerful as they were so many years ago.
Rory.
"Rory." The instant I allow myself to acknowledge her name, I hear it out loud. Surprised, I look up to see Luke emerging from the back room.
Shocking even himself, I'm sure, Luke walks quickly towards her, enveloping her in a great hug.
Confused, lost, and feeling like an outsider, I can't hold myself still. I run out the front door of the diner, hearing the bell ring upon my abrupt exit.
~AN: Sorry it's so short! Let me know what you think! Please?!
~Chapter 1: Familiarity~
A young woman walks into the diner. Not really an unusual occurrence, but it is when it's only 6:30 in the morning - most people just aren't up this early. She pauses just on the inside of the threshold, looking around the small diner. Her gaze lands on me and, for a minute, it looks as though she has tears in her eyes. Something about her strikes me as familiar, but I don't know what. Maybe I've met her before.
She looks me up and down in an appraising fashion before looking away, nodding her head in an all-knowing way, like she remembers me from somewhere. The feeling of familiarity strengthens.
Weighing her options, she pivots on her heel and walks over to sit down at the table next to the window. I make my way to her slowly, feeling as if I am somehow intruding on a private moment. Silently, I offer her a menu. She waves it off, shaking her head, smiling as if at a private joke.
"Do you know what you want?" I enquire, slightly puzzled by her behavior, still mentally trying to place her.
"Coffee please."
"That all?"
"Yeah. Well, on second thought, maybe you could bring me the entire pot."
Suddenly, it dawns on me who she is. Her clear, blue eyes should have tipped me off, but she has disguised herself very cleverly. Her once long, straight, chocolate brown hair is now shorter, curlier, with subtle red highlights. She looks more polished somehow, having lost her innocent little lamb look. She looks worn, irretrievably tired, defeated in the war that is life. And yet, despite these changes, the moment I realize who she is, old feelings resurface as strong and powerful as they were so many years ago.
Rory.
"Rory." The instant I allow myself to acknowledge her name, I hear it out loud. Surprised, I look up to see Luke emerging from the back room.
Shocking even himself, I'm sure, Luke walks quickly towards her, enveloping her in a great hug.
Confused, lost, and feeling like an outsider, I can't hold myself still. I run out the front door of the diner, hearing the bell ring upon my abrupt exit.
~AN: Sorry it's so short! Let me know what you think! Please?!