Weezer in the WHERE? A Y/N Waffle House Dream Scenario

Weezer in the WHERE?

The buzzing yellow light of the fading Waffle House sign draws you in as you take the key out of the ignition. You give your friend a knowing smile and hop out of the car together. It's a cold winter weekend, and as the early morning draws nearer the temperature gets cooler and cooler. With a shaking ungloved hand, you take a large breath, your lungs filling with the frozen air, and open the door. A bell rings. The employees greet you with a smile, and you take a seat at the bar, your back to the door. After placing your order, you begin to stir your coffee in silence, your buddy adjusting the collar of their shirt while slowly tapping their knuckle against the booth.

"Man," you begin, "Wasn't the show phenomenal tonight?" Your friend smiles and nods with a tired look in their eyes. The concert lasted all night, by the time you finally made it out of the venue with merchandise in hand on the way to dinner it was nearing 11:45. 

"I'm so glad we got such a good view..." you continue. The bell rings again, and a gentlemen shuffles to the bar and sits down three seats to the left. He sits down quietly, and with a raspy sigh orders a cup of coffee. He looks down into it, the lenses residing in the thick black frames of his glasses fogging from the steam. 

"Long night?" The waitress asks him. "Haha.. " He replies, "Something like that." 

You and your friend now soak in the blue light from your phone screen, admiring your selfies and videos, faintly playing the recorded screams from the crowd through your phone speaker. You turn the volume up a bit, and begin watching your recording of the encore. The video was not too loud, but it was just enough that the cooks begin to turn their heads to see what you could possibly be watching. The man nearby perks up a bit. You continue to smile and swipe through your phone before your friend says, 

"Hey we should take a picture here too, I want to send something to my boyfriend just so he knows im safe." 

You nod in agreement, and awkwardly hold your phone above the heads of you two, smiling wide, holding up three fingers to form a "W".  The flash goes off unexpected, and you begin to panic, sputtering "i'm sorry" to the patrons next to you. The man a couple of seats down smiles a bit more, and continues sipping his coffee. 

After a couple more minutes of giggling and gushing over how close you two were to the stage your food comes out and you begin eating. The man a couple of seats down orders a single chocolate chip waffle. 

"Y'know," Your friend starts, "I never really thought Weezer would be my scene, but honestly I can see why you love them so much after tonight." 

This makes you smile, and you take a big bite of your scrambled eggs and nod enthusiastically. By 12:30 the tired air began to get to you, and you suggest finally grabbing the bill and heading out for the evening. Before standing up to request the bill, you take one more look at your camera roll, and realize you didn't have any standing shots of the two of you. 

"Aw dude, we didn't really get any photos together." 

You turn to the waitress, but before any words can come out of your mouth, a familiar voice says, 

"Would you like me to take one for you?"

You turn to look towards the end of the bar. 

A polite gentleman gives you a little wave as you stare in disbelief. 

"I- you- oh my gosh you're-" you sputter. "You're Rivers Cuomo!" 

"Haha yeah, I am" The man says. 

"Can we get a photo with you, sir? We're really big fans!" Your friend says, as you continue to stare with wide eyes. 

Rivers smiles and nods, and kindly asks the waitress if she could take a photo of you three. She snaps a perfect picture. Afterwards she gives you your reciept with a wink and a "whenever you're ready, baby." 

You thank him over and over for speaking to you, and begin gushing about your favorite songs and the concert from hours ago. He listens intently, smiling and nodding at you. 

You frantically rush to send your other friends the photo, before you realize it's nearing 1 am. 

"Oh dude, we've gotta go..." your friend says. 

You sigh a little, but silently grab the ticket to pay for your meal. Rivers stops you, and offers to cover the bill. You protest, but he insists on covering such a small fee for such a huge fan. Before you part you politely ask him for a hug, and he accepts, your friend snapping a secret photo for you. 

You leave Rivers alone in the diner, waving goodbye one last time before pushing the door open. A bell rings. The winter air hits you like a slap in the face, as you head towards your car.