It was an unusual saturday evening; I was seated at a reserved table of a dining restaurant, instead of my home's.
The slow jazz music and the distant chattering of numerous dining couples reverberated in the atmosphere.
"Ma'am would you like to place your order?" the host walked near me.
"No. I'll wait for the person to arrive." I pursed a smile and he left away bowing. I shifted my glance to the world outside the glass window; It was monotonous. The street was cold and shaded in white. It looked lonely.
It was at that moment, my eyes caught her. She greeted her last customer and a sigh followed, of what it seems like a long tiring day.
' working even on weekends, she must be a hard-working person.' I thought to myself and just when my curiosity about her began, I was interrupted by a sudden appearance.
"Thank you for showing up." He said with a subtle smile, although he was panting. He probably ran his way here.
YOU ARE READING
FOOTNOTE
Short StoryA fiction of FOOTNOTE SONG by Conan Gray. When you realize that each life has a story of its own, hence bringing along it's own main and side characters. You can't always be the main one neither can you make the side one the main character.
