Thread: Missed Connection (HeyThereLittleBear and dmm4kes)

Keith was sleeping good. After all, he'd had a long day, and there was little to think about now that the weekend was on. While his marriage had once dictated a variety of impositions on every last minute of the man's free time, his newly separated status afforded him a peaceful variety of sleep he hadn't known in a long time. That wasn't to say that he was happy -- or even remotely okay -- being alone forever, but for the time being, Keith was more than content to take things as they came. Splayed out in a dark room, the mounted TV above his pictures window beaming down a brilliant white glow in an otherwise dark bedroom, Keith was twisted in a mess of sheets. His slender frame was twisted up, long and athletic legs outstretched while his hands were curled up about his head beneath the pillow. His phone, meanwhile, lay just a few inches to the left of his forearm when it suddenly began to vibrate. It took a couple rounds of this activity before the man stirred, but when he did, he was being roused from dreams that were already along the very same lines as this reality. It felt like Christmas morning. Keith was quick to thumb into his phone, seizing the once-in-a-lifetime impulse that came with the mixture of waking from a dream about her and finding that his anonymous message on the internet had been answered. With avid interest and an ever-growing smile, he hastily read through the quick message. His heart was pounding. His palms were sweating. Biting down on his lip and lifting a hand to caress the slight stubble on his chin, Keith reread the message three more times before tossing the phone away and falling asleep. He couldn't know if this was real. The details were still too vague. He was going to try, though. It was right at twelve the next day when, out of the ordinary, Keith strolled into the diner. More often than not, the man only patronized the place on weekdays. Today, however, he strolled in and took his usual spot at the bar. Dressed in dark jeans, a burgundy t-shirt, and sneakers, he ordered his food and went on about a typical day. From the very moment that he laid eyes on Lee, however, he felt himself wanting to squirm. Had she really sent the message? If she had, was she serious, or was this some kind of an elaborate joke meant to highlight how utterly pathetic making the post had been to begin with? Keith was going to find out. He was, after all, not an unattractive man. At 5'9 tall, he was a little over average height and with a slender -- some said skinny -- physique. Short, dirty blonde hair set off a somewhat tanned complexion ignited by deep hazel eyes. He had a slender but decidedly round face and an acute jaw the sort of face that women often called 'babyface'. Still, he was handsome, and his t-shirt accentuated his slight build. After finishing only half his burger and a couple fries, the shor-haired blonde man beckoned his waitress. It was ten 'til 1, and this was the point at which he'd typically ask for his check. Today, however, he opted for something different. Could I get another beer, Lee? When you've got a sec. No rush. He was going to be sticking around for awhile, it seemed.