Jerry walked into Monk's Diner, surprised to find George and Kramer sitting in their usual booth.
He glanced at his watch. "What are you two doing here? It's only 8:30!"
"We could ask you the same question." Kramer said.
Jerry nodded in greeting to the cashier and slid into the booth across from George and Kramer.
"Yeah, we agreed on 9:00!" George said. "Why are you here so early?"
Jerry groaned. "Oh, I couldn't sleep. This worrying is driving me crazy! I don't know how people do it!"
"Trust me, it's an art form." George said. "I've been practicing for years. I'm practically an expert."
"Pulled an all-nighter last night, did ya?" Kramer asked with a raise of his eyebrows. "Ooh la la!"
Jerry gave his friend a stern look. "Cosmo..."
"Still no word from Elaine?" George asked Jerry.
"No." Jerry said, flipping through the menu he'd just been handed by the waitress.
"Man, I'm starving." Jerry said. "I was so worried last night that I forgot to eat dinner."
"That's what love does to you." George said. "Of course, I wouldn't know, but... that's what I've heard."
"What's going on with Elaine?" Kramer wanted to know.
"She never called him back last night." George said. "And he tried all night to get her on the phone. This guy calls me at 3:30 in the morning, asking if I knew where she
was! Can you believe that?"
"Whoa... that's deep." Kramer said. "So where is she?"
Jerry sighed. "That's the thing. I wish I knew."
When the waitress appeared at their table, Jerry handed her the menu.
"What'll it be, Sein-field?"
"Hey Blondie!" He snapped. "The name's Sein-FELD, as in Seinfeld!"
The waitress was caught off guard by Jerry's harsh tone.
"I don't care what in the hell your name is! What'll you have?" The waitress retorted.
"I'll have the Sunrise Special." Jerry said.
The waitress rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. "Look, it's after 9, and we don't serve it after 8:30. In other words, there is no more "Sunrise". She used her fingers to
draw quotation marks in the air.
Jerry scoffed. Yeah, and it's definitely not special!" He said, bringing a laugh from both Kramer and George.
At her disgusted look, Jerry smiled. "I'm sorry, okay? I'll have... let's see... Yeah, this looks good; The Morning Monk Breakfast. And I want scrambled eggs, hash
browns... Oh... and coffee. Lots of it."
"Coffee?" George asked incredulously when the waitress left.
"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" Jerry asked.
George and Kramer exchanged glances.
"You never drink coffee!" Kramer exclaimed.
"Well, maybe I do now!" Jerry yelled.
"You're really upset over this, aren't you?" George asked.
Jerry sighed and put his hands over his face in frustration. "I just wish I knew why she hasn't called. She could have at least called."
"At least." George agreed.
"Here's your coffee, Sein-FELD" The waitress snapped.
"Hey, listen. I'm sorry about that." Jerry said when she sat the coffee down in front of him. "Do you forgive me?"
Puzzled, she nodded her head. "Yeah, sure."
When the waitress was gone again, Kramer looked at Jerry.
"Wow, you're really..."
"What?" Jerry asked wearily.
"You know..."
Kramer whistled like a cuckoo and twirled his finger in a circle next to his head.
"Your breakfast, Seinfeld." The waitress said as she sat the plate down in front of him.
Before she even left the table, Jerry began to devour his meal.
"Whoa, huh! Where's the fire?" The waitress asked, watching him in shock.
"He's starving." George pointed out.
"I can see that." She said.
When Jerry gulped down his coffee, the waitress took the mug from him. "I'll get you some more, Hon."
Then she disappeared into the kitchen.
George and Kramer continued to watch Jerry in amazement while he ate his meal.
Just then they heard the sound of tinkling bells from the front door.
Jerry looked up and dropped his fork mid-bite.
"What's wrong, Jerry?" George asked.
In one fluid motion, Jerry slid out of the booth and rose to his feet.
"Jerry? What's going-Oh..." George turned to find the source of Jerry's attention.
"Oh my God... I can't believe it!" Jerry said.
For standing just inside the doorway was Elaine.