I speed walk over to the family of three and hand out their meals.
"Okay, toasted BLT?" I say as a man, probably the father, hold his hand up and I pass it over. "Fettuccine?" The most likely mom raises her hand and mouths a 'thank you' as I pass it over. I look over at the little boy, bouncing up and down, eager for his food. "This, must be yours." I smile as I hand him a plate full of chicken tenders and fries.
"Thank you." The father says.
"Anytime." I say walking over to the bar stand. Luke stands smirking at me.
"Busy day so far?" He says.
"Yeah." I sigh. "But it should be busy for you too."
"I pick up dirty dishes and wash them."
"Still." Just as I say a family of four walks in. They get seated in one of my tables. I prepare myself and walk over.
"Hi, my name is Brooke and I'll be your server for today. Can I start you all off with some drinks?" They tell me what they want and I write it down. I notice the only girl in the family, staring at me. I choose to ignore it and walk away to get the beverages.
"Wanna get me two cokes, a sprite, and a water?" I ask Luke.
"Why should I?"
"Because I said so."
"Bitchy move." He laughs, filling up the cups and handing them to me. I walk over and give them the drinks, the girl still staring at me.
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"Now the party don't start till I walk in!" Abby says entering the diner. She dances idiotically until she reaches the bar stand and sits down. "It's quite busy today."
"No shit Sherlock." I laugh.
"Order for table twelve!" The chef says handing me the food.
Table twelve is with the staring teenager.
I walk over and notice she's still staring. Again, I ignore it and try to be as polite as I can be. With my memory I hand the food to the people who ordered it.
As i begin to walk away, the girl speaks up.
"You said your name was brooke?" She asks.
I turn around. "Yes, that would be me."
"Moore? Brooke Moore?"
"Correct."
Her face lights up and she smiles.
"You're Styles's girl!" She squeals.
"Excuse me?" I say taken aback.
"Styles? Harry? You're the girl he always talks about."
I put my hands on my hip. "What does he say?"
"I mean he never mentioned you to me because... Well I'm not popular. He is, probably one of the most popular of all the school. But he can't whisper to save his life and he says how he can't wait to see you again and how he hates himself for... Hurting you?"
I bit my cheek and think. "Thanks for telling me that." I smile walking over to Abby and Luke.
"So then I told him that I was talking to someone so he would get jealous." Abby says to Luke.
"Who?" I say when I reach them.
She spins the chair so she's looking at me. "Only Niall, Niall horan." She stretches her hands.
"Okay ab." I roll my eyes in a joking way. "Okay so you know how I said that girl was staring sit me?"
"What girl?" Abby asks.
"Yeah, what happened?" Luke says.
"Anyone wanna tell me what happened?"
"She told me I was 'Styles's girl'."
"Meaning?"
"Harry talks about me all the time. She goes to school with him."
"Hey guys, I don't want to be a bother but it'd be really cool if someone could tell me what happened." Abby sasses.
"A girl I waited stared at me for a long time, she recognized me because harry talks about me."
"What's today?"
"Friday."
"You see him in exactly a week."
My face lights up and excitement washes over me. Suddenly, my face falls.
"What's wrong?" Luke asks.
"Uh, next Friday is my uh... It's a year since my mom passed next Friday."
Both Luke's and Abby's faces fall.
"I'm sorry. Are you still going to see him?"
"Yeah definitely." I nod. "He'll keep me happy."
"As long as you're happy." Abby says.
I look down and bit my lip. "I can't believe it's almost a year."
"Don't stress." Luke warns.
"Too late." I say sitting down.
I watch all the people in the diner talking and enjoying themselves. Happy families, something I yearn for. Abby throws my phone to me, seeing as I have a missed call.
Harry.
I press call to call him back, he answers on the second ring.
"Brooke!" He says.
"Hi harry."
"One more week, are you ready?" He asks.
"I should be asking you that." I laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"How do you know something's wrong?"
"You're tone in your voice."
I smile at the fact that he knows me so well. "Well, next Friday is the day I can see you again, but it's also the day my mom... passed."
"Fuck, brooke I'm sorry. We can resch-"
"No no it's fine, I want to see you."
"Okay. See you next week, I love you."
"Love you too." I sigh hanging up.
