"I never actually agreed to this, Vincent." I cross my arms as we walked down the street.
"Yes, but you wouldn't still be here if you really didn't want to be here, Ross." He looked at me before linking arms with me and taking off down the street.
"Where is this stupid waffle place?" I asked trying to keep up with him. I know he's right. Still, I was only staying because of the strawberries and waffles.
He laughed and pointed down the street. "Just around the corner."
Sure enough as we turned the corner, I saw a tiny waffle joint. Granny's Waffle Hop. It looked like it had been pulled out of the fifties and squeezed in between Hawk & Barrow Law Firm and some high end business with men working there who have sticks shoved up their--
"Watch where you're going, you ungrateful delinquents." One of the businessmen snarled as he pushed past us. He continued to scream, but now in his phone.
"Don't you listen to them, dearies. They have just never stopped for a waffle." A blue haired lady said and smiled up at us before walking ahead of us and into the waffle place.
I blinked at the drastic contrast. "I've been insulted and then given great life advice." I said mostly to myself.
He chuckled as he opened the door. "After you." He says and bows while holding out his arm.
I rolled my eyes and stepped in. I was greeted by the strong smell of waffles, laughter, and about a dozen hellos from the staff.
"Hey, Vinnie!" Someone shouted over the happy murmur.
A guy about Vincent's age walks over to us. He was wearing those black hipster glasses, was ridiculously short, had brown hair, and was wearing a fifties waiter outfit.
"Hey, Johnny Boy." Vincent said shaking hands with the guy and giving him one of those guy hugs where they slap each other on the back.
"Wait, hold up." Johnny said and reached up to his ears. "There, I can hear now."
"You know my across the hall neighbor, right?" Vincent said slinging an arm around my shoulders. I didn't push it off this time. I don't know why.
Johnny looked at me for a moment, thinking. "Oh yeah. Mary right?" He pointed at me.
"Roslyn." I said and stuck out my hand. I don't think I've ever met him before. Did Vincent talk about to him about me?
He shook it and grinned. "Jonathan. Most people call me Johnny."
He let go of my hand and reached up to his ear again. This time I saw something neon green was placed in his ear.
"You like them? Vinnie was the one to tell me I should get the neon green ones." Jonathan said dropping his arm. He fixed the other one this time.
I finally realized that they were hearing aids. "I didn't think someone so young would have to wear hearing aids. I'm sorry you have to." I said trying to be polite. He didn't seem to care.
"Nah, I don't mind." Jonathan and Vincent looked at each other and grinned. "Hawkeye even wears hearing aids. Now, will it just be the two of you?"
I swear he winked at Vincent.
"Just the two of us." Vincent said looking at me.
Jonathan nodded, grabbing two menus from the stand and walked through the neat maze of chair and tables filled with elderly people and college students to a table for two near the back of the place.
"Here you are." Jonathan said and set the menus down and was gone before we could get a thank you out.
"He can't sit still for more than a minute." Vincent explained watching his friend leave. "That means even at his job. I swear he has some type of ADHD. He won't tell me. Maybe he just drinks too much coffee."
