Thread: Missed Connection (HeyThereLittleBear and dmm4kes)

When Lee woke in the morning she was dimly aware of the events the previous morning, rubbing the evening sleep from her eyes as she worked life back into her limbs through slow stretching. Anne, like most nights, had fallen asleep at the foot of her bed and was for once peaceful and unstressed about the world around her. Lee couldnt suppress a soft smile of pity for the girl, mostly because she was so starved for attention that it had consumed her. She was hesitant to check her phone, glancing at the sleek black screen with a sense of dread. What if she picked it up and found that it had all been an exciting dream borne from a life that was too empty of real events? There was really only one way to tell. She picked it up and looked through her e-mails. No new messages, but the sent box still held the message, the one true sign that she had not been imagining what had transpired. A smile still on her lips, she went through the rest of her morning routine with a daydream in her mind. She could already picture him as he slid into his usual booth and ordered his usual meal, could already see his eyes follow her as she served the other tables and did all the duties that were given to her as she powered through the morning and into the lunch rush. Lee has hardly aware of her showering and getting ready, donning her usual uniform of dark navy shorts, white shirt, and white sneakers. Her name tag was white and red striped with her name written in navy and hung loose on her chest, the letters almost rubbed off from the length of time shed had the thing. Her day at the diner seemed to pass in a blur of regulars and curious newcomers, her smile ever present but her eyes ever distant as her daydream played through her head. He was almost like clockwork in his timing, seating himself at his usual booth and ordering his usual meal. His shirt was burgundy, not as bright a red that she had imagined, but still.. It was technically red. In the relative privacy behind the kitchen counter she fought with herself, second guessing and questioning that perhaps it might not actually be him. After all, he could have worn that shirt complete by chance today, could not have even been the man to post much less the one to receive her response. She was warring with herself, finding that she was doing double and triple takes trying to decide. They were both hanging onto their normal routine so much that she was sure he would pay his check and leave a generous tip as always, leaving her to feel silly and ridiculous that it ever could have been her. But he didnt. He ordered a beer, prompting her to take pause for the first time, faltering in her regularly scheduled programming. My pleasure, She offered him a smile, returning to the kitchen to grab him a bottle of beer, her hands shaking with nerves as she thought it all over. Lee glanced at the time clock, punching her card swiftly because she knew if she waited she would lose her courage. By the time she returned to Keith, she had garnered the rest of her courage to seem every bit as confident as she was in her duties as a waitress. She popped the top of his beer as she approached the table, setting it down on a napkin in front of him. Here you go. She paused, then barreled on despite her momentary lull in belief. I just clocked out and have a few minutes to spare. Mind if I join you?