REMEMBER

CHAPTER 9

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I walked around staying close to the office in case I took too long to eat. I wondered around looking for a good place to eat. I've never been to this part of the city but I was always up for trying new things.

There was this little cafe that served homemade food. It looked cute and inside it made me feel comfortable. I started wondering when I was little if my house had ever felt as comfortable as this cafe did.

I walked in and took a seat by the window. There was already a menu waiting in the table. I observed the menu not really paying close attention to what they serve. A waitress came up, "Hello, my names Abby and I will be your waitress today. What would you like to drink dear?"

I didn't feel like reading so I asked, "What do you have to drink?" she gave me all the options but I stuck to lemonade.

"Do you need more time with the menu or have you chosen what you'll be eating?" she gave me a smile, she was so kind.

"Actually I was wondering what you have good to eat; I've never been here before. What would you recommend me trying?"

She confessed that many people order the chicken Alfredo but she would recommend the pasta and with that I would get two sides. Sticking to my usual I got French fries and soup.

As she walked away she took a sudden pause and looked back at me, but continued walking towards the kitchen.

I wondered what she was thinking when she stopped and looked at me?

She came back with my drink, "I'll be back with your food."

While I drank I gazed out the window.

I hadn't realized how much I'd been waiting until I heard a slurping sound. I had finished my drink, and she still wasn't back with my food.

I had drank too much and had to use the restroom. I observed the cafe looking for a restroom sign; It was near the kitchen. As I walked towards it I heard Abby, the waitress, talking to the cook.

"Have you noticed her?" She asked.

"I knew it was her from the moment she walked in, but I can't believe it. Why is she here?" Responded the cook.

Are they talking about me?

"Excuse me?" I heard a voice from behind.

I moved out of her path and headed inside the restroom.

As I walked back I found my food and a tall glass filled with lemonade in my table.

I ate while glancing out the window.

The food was delicious, but I couldn't help but feel the waitress and cook keep an open eye on me.

The moment I had finished eating the waitress came towards me, "All done hun? Would you like the check?"

I smiled and nodded my head. She walked away towards where she was talking with the cook. Curiosity got the better of me and I followed her.

"It looks like her, but she doesn't remember me." She added.

"Well she couldn't have just forgotten about us. We were close, why don't you ask her?"

"She'll think I'm a freak!" She almost shouted. "I have to go, she's waiting for her check."

I quickly walked back, sat down and pretended like nothing had happened.

"Here you go hun." She extended her hand and gave me the check.

As I placed the money inside, she began talking to me.

"Excuse me, forgive me if I sound too forward but do you remember me?" Asked the waitress.

I looked at her face, it went from scared to curious to worried. "I'm sorry," I shook my head no. "Should I have remembered you?"

She exhaled and apologized. "I'm sorry. It's just that you look so familiar. Are you Sandra?"