Weeks passed by, and I still hadn't seen Adam. I became less weary, and started to think Nat was wrong.
I placed the hot dish of pancakes on the table, and started to make small talk to the couple who ordered. I smiled before walking away to retrieve another order. It was the morning rush, and the restaurant was bustling with people. I turned and walked up to table six.
"Can I take your-" I stopped. I was looking at Adam. He sat at table six, his eyes wide as he stared at me. I stood there, frozen.
"Um?" Adam said, his voice weak.
"Sorry," I squeaked. "What will you be ordering?" I felt as if the world was crashing down. I was talking to Adam. He looked so different. His chin was filled with stubble and his eyes showed tired weariness. He looked ten years older, even though he was only 20 now. He also looked more handsome.
I wrote down Adam's order, and hurried back to the station, giving the cooks his order. I glanced over at Adam, who stared off into the distance. Finally his food was done, and I carried it back to his table.
"So how long have you been working here," Adam said as I arranged his table.
"Um, six months," I said, my mouth dry. "So why are you back?" I asked, surprising myself. I leaned back, and pretended to flick away something
On my shirt.
"I came back for Olivia. I'm going to help her with our baby."
His words hit me like a hammer. I smiled, and rushed away trying
To appear busy.
