Ubiquitous

Dreamboat

Two girls in a diner. An attractive man walks in. Breakfast tasted better.

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In a diner somewhere around downtown Manhattan, are two girls. More specifically two very, very bored 19 year old girls. The blonde one of the two rubs her eyes as she lets a yawn escape her mouth. Her name is Cee. Her chestnut-haired friend, Dee, wipes her RayBan glasses with her shirt as they both wait for the waitress to get their orders. A lady with a tiny apron around her waist with 'Denny's' written on it walks towards the girls' table. Rather slowly, at that.

"Geez, she can't go any slower can she?" The blonde one mutters with a rather accentuated Bronx accent, looking behind to see if the waiter is halfway across the diner towards their table already. "My grandma walks faster, and she's 72."

"Take a chill pill, Cee. It's a Tuesday morning and she's working at this crappy diner. She can walk as slow as she wants to." Dee says with a similar accent to her friend, putting on her now clear glasses.

The possibly middle-aged lady stops at their table with the usual notepad and pen in her hand. She raises her eyebrows at the girls and clicks on her pen. Cee sighs in relief and immediately says, "Coffee and a stack of pancakes with extra syrup." Dee joins in and puts her order, "Big breakfast with bacon rashes and runny sunny side up for me, please. And a cup of black coffee." The waitress nods and leaves the table, walking slowly back to the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right. That is an awfully slow pace." Dee says, watching the lady walk. Cee nods and mutters, "Thank you."

Dee takes out a notebook and begins to randomly scribble words and little drawings on it while waiting for their coffee. Cee is all too familiar with her friend's habit, getting a bit bored that she is left with nothing to do.

"Why did you drag me to the diner at this unearthly hour?" Cee asks, resting her chin on her palm. Dee quirks an eyebrow and answers, "Cee, it's 8 in the morning. Normal people get up at this hour. Besides, you're always waking up at noon. Why not get up early and eat breakfast with your best friend for a change?"

Cee scrunches her nose and shakes her head at her friend. "Because I had a Godfather marathon last night and would rather wake up next to a horse's head than be dragged to Denny's." Dee raises her shoulders and mumbles, "Well, at least your mum is happy with me getting you out of bed." Cee squints her eyes and asks, "She paid you didn't she?" Dee scoffs and shakes her head, going back to drawing. After a few seconds, she mumbles, "20 bucks, that's all."

Before Cee could rant on about how Dee has betrayed their friendship, the lady arrives at their table with a pot of coffee. She places their cups in front of them and pours the hot liquid in carefully. Cee chants, "Arigatou gozaimasu." as the lady walks away. Dee shakes her head at her friend's silly antics and grabs a few packets of sugar to sweeten her coffee.

"The least you could do for me is pay for breakfast, since you got that extra cash." Cee says, stirring her coffee. Dee sighs and nods in agreement, feeling slightly guilty, mostly because she got paid 50, not 20. But hey, money is money.

"Holy mother of pancakes." Cee suddenly mutters, her eyes glued on the entrance to the diner. Dee thought her friend was just excited for breakfast, but she turns around to see what's actually gotten Cee's attention. With eyebrows raised, Dee says, "What in the world..."

Pushing the front door with a newspaper clutched under his arm, is what could only be the most good looking man Cee and Dee have ever laid eyes on. Not that there have been many handsome men around here. But this beautiful man who had just walked in the diner is on a whole other level. Think Harvard professor, but not really. Ralph Lauren model, but not really. He's definitely a mixture that could only result to him being incredibly...handsome. Mr. Dreamboat.