She taps her index on the top of the menu.
"Are you seeing anything you want?"
"Other than you? Oh yeah, sure."
"Okay, Em." I laugh as I look down to the menu.
The waitress walks over to our table. Emily and I lift our heads in sync as we both smile. The waitress smiles in return, lifting her pen to the surface of her tiny notebook, "What would you like?"
Emily pushes her hair behind her ear, "Could I get the special? And a water?" - "Could I get the same?" I speak up.
"Of course." - The waitress collects the menus.
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The waitress delivers the waters. Emily grabs a straw and slides the paper off.
"Emily."
"Yes?"
"You know the time I performed at that coffee shop?"
"Of course and I was such a dork that I stood outside crying half the time." She giggles.
"Oh, you're not a dork."
"Sure I am." She roles her eyes, smiling. - "Anyways, go on?"
"Yeah, well apparently a video of my performance got around and now someone wants me to perform at a fair somewhere down in California."
"Oh my god, that's crazy!"
"I want to fly you down there with me so this time you can actually see the performance."
