roadside eatery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 25, 2016

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It started one year ago.  I accidently pass by this little roadside eatery that I pass by every day for the past five years as I drove to work and back when I had a flat tire and stop in to eat there as I waited for my ride.  To my surprise, the food wasn’t that great however the server, she was something else.  Her name was Kristina. Her smile when she greeted me as she handed me the menu.  I knew that I had to know her but I didn’t want to come on to strong since we had just met so I decided that I was just going to introduce myself to her first.  Totally not weird whatsoever, but when she greeted me and handed the menu to me, I choke and couldn’t say a thing to her other than holding on to the menu as she looks at me for a second and took off to greet the other customers.  There on I became a repeat customer that come in to eat.  She would greet me with that bright smile and kind voice of her as she would too any other customers who walk in.  And I was one on my ways to being a repeat customer that come in that she hates to sever too but that didn’t bother me even if it was true.  Just to be able to see her was worth it.  I don’t know when it started but she would know what I was going to order every Sunday and Tuesday when I stop by to the eatery.  One sea scallop and a potato soup with bacon on the side and a small dark black coffee to go along with it.  Apparently, whether it was the morning or evening it was the only order that I have ordered for them to make for me.  She’ll know when to fill my empty glass when it was empty or give me a slice of banana cake when I feel down.  However, I could never bring myself to tell her that I am allergy to banana so when I start to itch, I would leave but then again she might have catch on and just want me to leave, either ways, her kind thought is known.  As week pass to months, I started to look at her differently, or should I say how I use to feel about her change as I got to see and know more of her.  The more I watch her from afar; I knew that it was better this way, being stranger.  I didn’t want her innocence being tinted being near me. I stop going to the eatery after that but would occasionally make stop to see her every now and then. 


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