(This is just kind of a prolouge. Would you like me to continue?)
I remember it being a warm July night. I was just making small talk with some of the girls I met at my job as a waitress. We were given the dreaded night shift constantly. The diner is kind of a ghost town at those hours, then we heard a car. An old car. Like antique shop old. Out steps this man. No, not man. Kid. "Kid" being used very lightly here. He had to be about 22.
Some say he came right when I needed him, when everything in my life was slipping away like quicksand, but looking back now, I say he came right about the time I needed to learn a lesson. Those same people say that some miracle placed him there at exactly the right time, but looking back once again, I say it was all a coincidence.
The man who stepped from the car never actually came into the diner until the night shift two days later. I was assigned the table he was sitting at. The whole time he was there, he kept looking at me. Not creepy, no, but in a sly kind of way.
I'd come to know the 22 year old young adult with a kind of punk rock thing about him as Avi. He came into the diner every other Friday's night shift, because he knew I was working, and he always sat at table 4 because he knew I always waited tables 1-7. Some say it is creepy...it was at the beginning, then I realized something: maybe he is what I need right about now. I mean he was just about the most edgy, out-going people I've come to know in the City, and I was kind of a Scrooge when it came to going out, so maybe he could bring me out of my shell.
I mean, the other girls warned me, warned me about things they've heard regarding his name, history, and potential crime record, but, hey, all it turned out to be was one date, actually two, a few reckless driving incidents, a few rundown apartment stays where I slept on a couch, and he slept in his bedroom, and one party.
And I know you're thinking "Kirstin, seriously, this isn't going anywhere, what's the worst that could happen?!"
Well, let me tell you, because what really happened was a lot worse than "the worse that could happen".
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