The weary sent of cigarette smoke in the damp rainy streets reminded me of home, and of him. The sent was strong, sickening to the head.
I walk alone. The hush of the cars on the puddle filled streets hummed in my ears along with the faint sound of rain drops on my umbrella, held with my left hand hovering over me. As I walked around the corner into a dark alley way, I suddenly backed away and fell from a splashing car along the curb. Sitting on the ground for no less then a couple of seconds I stood up again; cussing under my breath.
I kept walk, now nearly drenched from head to toe.
After 10 minutes I finally arrived at the very restaurant I was looking for.
'Andreas';
A small cozy nook at the end of 24th avenue along the river front, beautiful mountain view.
I walked on in and was greeted by a sharply dressed man, a waiter.
I shook the water off my umbrella, folded it up and followed him to a small 2 seated table in a corner next to a warm fireplace. It was November of course so it was a little cold outside.
I seated myself and opened a menu. As I scanned the lists of fine dishes I heard the little bell on the door shutter making a dinging sort if noise.
The door opened.
A man walked in.
His jacket wet, dripping.
He pushed back the soaking hood from his head. His short blonde hair done nicely, bangs in a rather perfect flowing upwards shape to the right of his head.
He took off his jacket. He wore a nice dress shirt with the collar perfectly surrounding his neck. Couldn't confuse him for another. It was him.
His blue eyes flashed my way, catching mine.
He smiled big. His amazing smile emerged, gazing my way.
It was good to see that smile again.
He looked happier then he used to. High school years didn't look the best for him; stress.
He walked over my way.
I looked down at my chest and my legs checking to see if any fluff or rain needed to be wiped off, I wanted to look good; I hadn't seen him for awhile.
He sat in the chair across from mine placing his coat on the back side of his chair. Dusting off one of his shoulders he turned to me.
"Well hello there."
He smirked in the cute sort of way he always has.
"Hello." I said as I took off my jacket as well, smiling.
He fixed his sight down on the menu infront of him.
"Anything good here?" He asked as he flipped through the small paper menu.
"Hmm...", I questioned myself taking another look at it.
"I have never eaten here, I wouldn't know".
He looked back up at me again.
I looked back.
He laughed,
"How have you been? It's been awhile, I-",
he began.
"Yeah.. It's been awhile"
I giggled at what seemed to be an over look at what he wanted to say originally.
He laughed too, his eyes glimmering in the candle lot area.
"Here's to old friends"
he gestured as he rose his water glass in my direction.
I rose mine, smiling,
"Friends".
