South Henley

Where Did I See You Last?

My new coworker, Carey, is sent out to bus the last few tables of the day.
We've been talking since he was hired.
I'm kinda digging something about him. He's quiet, humble, keeps to himself, and he only speaks about as smoothly as I do. (I often find myself identifying with sandpaper).
He's very clumsy and so obviously insecure. Pale, redheaded, freckled Carey is pretty perfect for me.
He's very sweet, but doesn't ever say more than three words at a time. Perfect.
We're very alike.
When he comes back into the kitchen, I hesitantly approach him. He sets the plates down by the sink.
"Hey, Carey," I start, allowing myself a timid smile.
"Hey." He smiles back.
"So... I was kinda wondering if you... uh... would like to grab lunch with me tomorrow."
He stops rinsing the dishes and turns to me, an unsure and hesitant smile on his face making my guts turn inside out.
The room is quiet, only a couple other people huddle in a corner, talking, minding their own business. The walls are off-white, sort of a taupe shade.
I start noticing every crevice in this drafty, old kitchen as I wait for him to respond.
The anticipation is already eating at me.
How long has it been? 3 seconds? 3 minutes? Please say yes. Please.
All he says when he finally answers is, "Yeah."
"Cool! So uh... where would you want to go?" I ask.
He shrugs.
"You don't say much, do you?" I ask.
He just smirks and shakes his head.
"Well... you like Denny's?"
He nods.
"Okay, so... um... tomorrow during the lunch break?" I confirm.
He nods.
"Okay. See ya tomorrow." I say, cringing at myself as I leave.