Travis

I carried the food…whatever it was… to the first table. I set it gently on the table, silently.

"Excuse me sir? Could I get a spoon?"

I looked at the food. It was some sort of bagely stuff.

"You need a spoon to eat a bagel?"

"Please." He repeated, annoyed. "Get me a spoon, please."

I shrugged. "Whatever, man."

I walked into the kitchen. "A guy needs a spoon for a bagel." I told Beck, who was working the oven.

"Then get one!" He snapped back. I held up my hands innocently.

"Woah, big guy, just trying to get you to smile."

"You're gonna have to work harder then that." He mumbled back.

"Travis?"

I turned. "Mariana." I whispered. I walked up to her and pecked her on the lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to help."

"With what?" I asked, looking around. "The restaurant?"

"Mister Beck." She interrupted, walking over to him. "What can I do to help?" She asked. I found myself looking at her behind.

Beck shot me a look. I rolled my eyes in return and then returned them to where they belonged.

"Uh…" Beck said. "Sure. Just… you want to hand out some menus?"

"Anything, Mr Beck." She turned and caught me staring. She touched my shoulder when she walked past. "Save it for later, Travis." She whispered in my ear. My eyes widened. Beck stared at me, worried.

"What?" I asked.

He kept looking at me like that.

"Its not like… I'm not going to… not now, anyways. Maybe tonight."

He widened his eyes even wider. "Travis…"

"I don't get why you're so concerned, big boy!"

"Beck."

"Whatever! My relationship with Mariana has nothing to do with you. So get your head out of my business!"

He returned his face to normal. "I was just looking out for you, Travis."

I smirked. "Whatever."

"You need a new vocabulary."

"You need a life."

He looked up from the stove.

I held up my hands again. "Woah, big b—I mean Beck. I'm joking around."

"If something happens, and she ends up hurt…"

"I'm not gonna hurt her." I said honestly. "Honestly. Why would I try to hurt something like that?" I turned my head to catch a glimpse of her, but Beck spoke again.

"What about that other girl?"

I looked at him with cold eyes. I felt my cheeks burning in anger. "Don't bring her up." I said under my breath.

"She was married, and you…"

"I said don't bring her up!!" I boomed. Remembering her was the last thing that I wanted to do.

But Beck brought it up. And now it was coming back to me.

"Elizabeth." I whisper on her skin. "Elizabeth, you're so beautiful." She laughs softly and kisses me in turn. I quickly lift my shirt. "Travis." She whispers. I let her trace her fingers around the details of my stomach. I kiss her lips passionately and lift her shirt. "Mm" she groans softly. "Travis…"

"Sorry Travis."

I look away from the ground. I grab the spoon and take it to the man. I ignore his thankyou and every other person who calls 'waiter' or 'Travis'. I walk into the kitchen, but I don't do anything.

"Travis?" Beck calls. "Travis!"

I hold my head. I cant stop thinking of Elizabeth.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Travis! Move!" Beck yells. But I'm somewhere else. "Theres orders to make!"

I shut my eyes tightly. I cant breathe. I run into the bathroom.

Beck

I feel guilty for bringing it up. I forgot. That's his weak spot.

All I really wanted was for him to take the bloody spoon to the table.

After taking a few meals to the tables I decide that I should go see what he's doing. After all, he did seem pretty upset.

Travis

"Travis?" I hear Beck call from the bathroom. "Travis, are you in here?"

I hold my head. I don't want to see him.

"Go away!" I yell. My eyes are wet and my voice shakes. Oh, God. I cant be crying.

"Travis, I'm sorry."

"I said go away!" I yell again, but Beck has already opened the door to my stall.

"Travis, if you want to talk…"

"I don't want to talk." I just want you to go away.

"Are you sure, because if you…"

"I said go away!" I scream, kicking my feet.

Unfortunately, I miss him completely.

"Travis, do you want the night off?"

I shake my head. "No. Sorry. I'll get to work."

"Travis, I think that you should take the night off."

"No." I stand up. "I'm fine." I whisper in his ear.

I walk towards the door but my hand stops. I cant reach the door. I'm paralyzed.

"Travis, I'm pregnant."

"Travis?" Beck yells. But his voice is distant. "Travis!!"

I close my eyes.

"I cant see you anymore."

"Elizabeth." I whisper aloud, and then collapse on the bathroom floor.