theme: slap bracelet

Eileen stuffed her wallet back inside of her jeans pocket.

She sighed, looking longingly at the door.

Maybe he wasn't going to show up.

Maybe he was purposely not going to show up because of the day.

She slid into a booth positioned near the windows.

A slight pain in the pit of her stomach reminded her that she had skipped lunch. Eileen ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a side of fries. On occasion, she would glance out the translucent wall next to her, her heart plunging when she saw no sign of Rigby.

She started fidgeting with a strand of her well-combed auburn hair. It was beginning to look like he wasn't coming.

Margaret eventually strolled over to her booth.

"You okay, Eileen?" she asked, proceeding to look around. "Where's Rigby?"

"He isn't here. I tried calling him, but he wouldn't pick up. I guess he just forgot or something."

Margaret frowned, placing the tray of steaming food on her table.

She took a seat across from Eileen.

"Look Eileen, I've known Rigby for a longer time than you have. He does stuff like this... constantly. It's just... well, Rigby," she explained, a somber expression crossing her face.

"Are you sure he's the one?"

"I don't know." Eileen took a bite out of her sandwich, strands of cheese dangling out of her mouth. Margaret decided that it was time to get back to work and pulled herself up.

She grabbed the plastic tray.

"I just hope you find someone," she murmured, traveling into the kitchen.

Eileen dabbed her chin, wiping off clinging bread-crums.

She gather her things and left a twenty-dollar bill on the counter.

Rigby had stood her up.

She should of seen this coming.

Eileen slammed the glass door on her way out.

After all, he was R-

Her thoughts were interrupted by yelling. Her eyes skimmed the street.

She turned around, realizing that the hollering was sourcing from the Park entrance.

"Eileen! Hey! Over here!"

Eileen adjusted her glasses before dashing across the street. An ebony beak poked out of the metal bars of the fence.

"Mordecai?" Eileen questioned, taking a step closer.

The awkward bluejay sighed in relief. "Finally, I got your attention. Didn't you hear me screaming your name?"

Eileen shrugged. "I was kind of thinking about... things," she replied, gripping one of the bars in-between her stubby fingers.

"About Rigby... he says he's really sorry. He overslept, and when he woke up at two, he was freaking out," Mordecai told her.

"Personally, I don't think I've ever seen him that panicky before. Anyway, Rigby tried to get out of work, but Benson yelled at him and stuff, telling him to get back to work. Rigby is still scrubbing toilets."

He thrust his arm between a space in the fence. Opening his fist, he revealed to be holding a red slap bracelet.

"This is from him." He began to back up.

"Catch ya later, Eileen," Mordecai called, resuming raking the leaves.

Eileen observed the gift, flipping it over. There on the back was an inscribed message, written sloppily in Sharpie marker.

Eileen-

Long story short, work sucks. Sorry for missing our thing. Happy V-day (can't spell out the whole thing)

~Rigby

A smile crept onto her face as her eyes scanned the last sentence.

Even though the message was a garbled, squished-together mess, the gesture was still sweet.

Eileen tilted her head, gazing beyond the fence and the freshly-cut grass to where the Park House stood still.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Rigby."

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