I try to get some sleep before getting up for work in the morning. But I just can't get him out of my head. I'm torn between wishing he would go away and wanting to skip work to go find him.
The alarm on my phone starts buzzing as I'm just about to doze off. I drag myself out of bed, wash my face, and throw on my waitress uniform. It's raining out, so I pull my hoodie over my head and grab the umbrella before heading out the door. I'm hoping the day will go by quickly.
Breakfast was about the busiest time at the diner, so tips were heftier in the morning. I walk in the door, and old Ben Graham is already sitting in the booth nearest the kitchen, sipping his coffee and reading the paper.
"Morning Mr. Graham," I say.
"Good morning, miss Cally, aren't you looking lovely this morning." I think his vision is fading a bit, because I definitely do not look lovely in the mornings, but I smile and thank him anyway.
"Pancakes or eggs and bacon this morning?"
"I think maybe I'll have the waffles today, miss Cally, if you don't mind."
"They'll be right out Mr. Graham."
"Thank ya, honey." I head back to the kitchen to tell Rebecca, our cook, her tall frame bent over a frying pan. Rebecca's a single mother--four kids--and she's even more desperate for money than I am.
I'm counting down the seconds to four o'clock when I get off, and I run out the door, without bothering to say goodbye to anyone. The theatre isn't too far of a jog, but when I get there I'm breathing heavily and my side cramps. I'm trying to catch my breath as I decide whether to use the front door or sneak in again. I don't see Will around anywhere. Maybe he forgot. Or maybe he didn't forget and just decided to leave, instead of meeting me here. I wouldn't be surprised if he had left. I start to walk in the direction of the apartment--it was stupid trying to see him anyway.
"Cally, where are you going?" No way. Maybe he didn't leave after all.
"Will!" I run over and hug him, almost knocking him over.
"Woah, what's the excitement about?" His laugh is deep and warm. I pull away.
"I didn't think you were going to be here..." I smile sheepishly.
"Well I am, aren't I?" His eyes are really blue. Deep ocean blue. I pull away from him.
He clears his throat. "Umm, let's go for a walk, and then maybe dinner?"
"Okay," I say, and he takes my hand.