Between Black and White

Chapter 3

The boy got to my table with his food,  then said,"is anyone sitting here?" Gesturing at the seat across from me. I shook my head. 

HE

SAT

DOWN.

We mostly just sat there eating our pizza, although sometimes I would glance at him, or catch him looking at me.

Eventually, to break the silence I said, "Why did you sit here," he responded saying, "I found you interesting looking, so I thought I would research the 'interestingness' further.

Oh man. He was hot. Not just because the heat from the pizza kept washing over us, but again because of that chiseled face and rock solid looking biceps. He had a little bit of curly, dirty blonde hair. His eyes were as blue as the ocean. He looked like Finnick Odair from the hunger games. Instead of the suit that they are provided for the hunger games though, he was wearing worn jeans, a black fall out boy concert t-shirt, black and white converse, and a silver band around his wrist.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked, snapping me out of whatever sort of faze I was in. "I come here every Friday" i answered, not sure why he was asking me this. Like he could read my thoughts he said to me, "You're probably wondering why I am asking you this,"

"yup"

"please don't interrupt me when I am speaking"

"yup"

"SO, as I was saying, you are probably wondering why I am asking you this,"

I resisted the urge to say 'yup' and instead nodded my head.

"I was wanting to know why you were here because I have never seen you here before."

"I come every Friday"

"At what time?"

"Are you kidding me!?

He was not.

"What time do you come here?"

"Whenever I am hungry I guess."

"Where do you live?"

"Ha! Wherever I can find a good place to sleep." Ever since my parents accident, I have been 'homeless' as some would put it, but not really because I spend most of my nights at my friend (only friend) Jenny's house.

"Okay. Gathering from the information I have collected, correct me if I'm wrong but, I think, your parents died because of how you appear to be without a home or someone coming to accompany you to this restaurant, and you guys would come here every Friday and you continue to do so now to uphold the tradition and make it feel like they are still alive and you don't have many friends anymore because you have fallen into a void of pain and grief."

Wow. It was creepy how spot on he was.