Diner Girl Stories: The Blue-Eyed Man

This is a diner girl story.

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The delicate man entered the eating house at six feet. His long hair cascaded down to his shoulders and managed to shimmer in the fluorescence.

The diner girl stood behind the counter and smiled.

“Hi welcome to _____! Would you like to try our _______ special today?”

The counter separated the two, it was similar to the division in life that both of them knew. The blue-eyed man walked towards the diner girl, his steel toe boots inviting her in. He gaped into her eyes and said nothing.

The diner girl continued, “how are you doing today?”

The blue-eyed man, at about forty, looked around this new joint.

“This place is so out of your league,” he countered. The diner girl smiled and said nothing. She reflected on her life of education and realized it reached no where.

“I’m self-employed; I know how it is. Isn’t this some shit. I’ll have the _______,” the blue-eyed man said.

“I know everyone is going through it,” she whispered.

“Would you like to make that a combo today sir?” she retorted with her glimmering smile.

“Yes. In fact, today. I was thinking,” he sighed, “I should go home and shoot myself in the head. What do you think?”

“No.” She smiled in nervousness, “don’t do that. I don’t want you to do that.”

She shook her head and looked into his eyes awhile longer. The guests lined up behind him not knowing what was brewing. They chattered about meaningless things while this delicate man was getting ready to throw lead.

“If a beautiful girl like you can make it. Maybe I can make it too.”

“We didn’t ask for this, but we just have to keep going…. So that will be the _______, _______ and ______ in a combo! Would you like a desert to go with that? Perhaps a cookie?”

“No, I’m good without the cookie.”

He swiped his card. She handed him his number and a refill cup. He took them from her hand.

“Thank you,” he said.

The diner girl shook her head and said, “No. Thank you.”

Instead of sitting at a table, the delicate blue-eyed man stood in his self-employed steel toe boots and remembered that he was person.

The diner girl tallied up the other guests orders. She searched for the blue-eyed with no success. She then remembered that his order was TO GO.

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