A Beautiful Disaster

a waiter and a customer: a short story

a waiter and a customer: a short story

a quiet French restaurant, with little white flowers for display on the tables.
a young woman sits in the corner watching everything around her.
a young waiter makes his way across the room filling up glasses and taking away plates.
they are both from different worlds yet the lived in the same area.

the young woman had short brown hair.
she kept to herself and she didn't like making a commotion.
she orders her meal and she waited.
as she waited, she continued writing a book of hers.
soon she watched the young waiter move his way towards her.
yet she wasn't ready to form the words to speak to him.

the young waiter had neat and clean black hair.
he made his way across the room and took orders.
in his free time, he would refill glasses and take plates.
he noticed the young woman in the corner was looking at him
he noticed her glass was empty and plates were cluttered.
he made his way towards her.

"Miss?" he asked. he looked at her, her cheeks were slightly blushed but her expression was still. he couldn't read her well and yet she gave him the expression that she needed his assistance.

"Don't call me Miss, Lewis. You've known me since we were kids." she said with a light laugh. her beauty wasn't like the others. her skin was pale and she wore light pink lipstick, giving her slight color to her face.

"I'm sorry Mel, I've just been caught up with work. I'm programmed." he said laughing a bit and scratching the back of his head.

Lewis then started stacking plates from her table. Cleaning and critiquing everything to make it picture perfect.

"Thank you, Lewis." the woman said with a warm smile. soon, it was time for Mel to leave. they were from different worlds, they wouldn't see each other unless she went to dine in that quiet French restaurant. little did he know, he was a character in her soon to be book of hers.

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