A/N: Another story! This just kinda popped into my head after I wrote 'Just to See Her Smile', so I wrote it.
He leans against the counter and watches as she chats animatedly with her daughter.
He tries not to smile when she tilts her head back and laughs. God, he loves her laugh.
He loves her.
He'd never admit it. Not in a million years.
But that doesn't mean it's not true.
He keeps a close eye on their cups. He needs an excuse to approach her. When they start to run low, he rushes over to refill their coffee.
And without a word, he's gone again, back to his post behind the counter.
Maybe one day he'll tell her. Maybe.
But for now, all he has is the coffee.
Maybe one day she'll come to the diner for something else. Maybe.
For now, though, he'll provide her with caffeine. He'll listen to her problems. He'll fix things around her house.
He'll be a friend.
Maybe one day he'll be more. Maybe.
But for now he sits on the sidelines, admiring her from afar, knowing that maybe one day he'll get his chance.
Maybe.
The End!
I swear, these things always look longer on paper!
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