Diner Talk: Sharing
When Satoshi Hiwatari entered the diner to see Risa practically hanging off of the edge of the counter, he couldn't help but chuckle. He sat down, her mess of brown hair just to his left. Looking at her, he asked, "Are you alright?"
"Fine..." Was her muffled reply. He heard her sniff.
Satoshi, feeling guilty for her long day, thought for a moment. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"You wouldn't want to hear it," Risa told him, keeping her head down.
"Sure I would," he reassured her. "Now stand up straight, sit down next to me, and talk."
There was a long moment of silence, the two thinking of what Satoshi had just offered. He knew himself that such a thing was very unusual for him... but this waitress had always been there for him. Why shouldn't he be there for her? Risa heaved a sigh, realizing that this was probably never going to happen again. She turned her head ever so slightly to look at her companion.
"Really?" Her eyes were red, along with her nose, and it looked as if she had been crying a bit.
What a beautiful mess...
Satoshi softened. "Really."
Risa inhaled deeply, straightened, and exhaled loudly, fixing her hair. She then proceeded to walk around the counter as Satoshi ordered two cups of hot chocolate from a different waiter, and she plunked herself in the chair right next to him. A few more minutes went by where Risa had to fix herself up, blowing her nose and wiping her eyes. The cocoa finally came, and Satoshi turned to her.
"Now... what happened?"
She gave a small, grateful smile, then began. As he listened, Satoshi realized just by looking into her eyes, that this was probably the best she had felt all day.