i was at my local diner sitting in a booth enjoying my tuna salad sandwich with a plate of fries. everything thing was fine there was light music playing and it was just a great place to get away from the world.
"excuse me miss?" the waitress said in her thick southern accent. there was a boy standing next to her he was quite tall about 5"11 he was smoking a cigarette and he wore black ripped jeans and a black trench coat.
"yes?" i answered after examining the boy who seemed to be in his late teens.
"there in no more room in the diner, can this young lad sit with you?" the waitress, who's name is "cindy" i learned from her name tag asked. i couldn't say no i mean if i was in his position i'd be quite irritated if someone said no.
"sure." i simply said i didn't really want to come off as rude or anything.
"thank you dear." cindy scurried off back behind the counter and the boy took a seat.
"i'm harry." the boy smiled and took his hand out from his pocket for me to shake.
"i'm luna, do you know that those cigarettes will take your life away quicker?" i said as i shook his hand.
"i'll die someday so why bother stopping, i've already started." he shrugged.
"alright suit yourself." i simply shrugged and took a fry.
he took his hands out of his pocket and reached for a fry.
"you can have them." i was about to leave anyway so i mean what was the deal.
"oh well thank you how can i pay you back?" harry asked as he took another fry and slowly munched on it.
"you don't have to pay me back it's alright." to be honest i just wanted to get back to my house.
"no how about i take you out on friday night." harry asked. geeze i mean what was the problem it would just be one time and we would just be hanging out so why not.
"sure why not here's my number." i wrote it down on a slip of paper I had and handed it to him.
"thank you love." i had just noticed how his voice was and he had a slight british accent.
sure luna one time.....
