true significance

3. an act of kindness

rose p.o.v
I stand there stiff and replay what she just said. Sadness coming over me because i was trying to come here to get out of that state of mind. Which caused me to be a little irritated by her, for bringing it up. But she was right, my parents and I used to come here every sunday afternoon or any day my mama didn't feel like cooking. I plant a smile, but a sad one. The one you do when you really wanna cry but smile to let the person know you're okay. It was one of those. I nod my head replying to her question for what I wanted to eat. Then she nods her head and goes to the boys table. I stare at them the whole entire time she takes his order. I try to not breath so hard so I can hear what he says. But they were too far back in the diner. She nods her head and starts walking back towards me with a smile on her face. She gives the cook the orders , then turns back around to me. "soooo you like him huh?" she said. "like him? i don't even know him" I replied slightly irritated. "but you were burning your eyes into his soul the entire time I was taking his order" she said. I stay silent , because I didn't have a comeback that would convince her otherwise. "let me seat you" she says gesturing me to follow her. She sits me right in the booth in front of his. I wonder why, especially when the whole diner is empty. Before walking away she whispers to me "you think he's cute don't you?" she said "he's okaaaay" i said slightly laughing. "hm" she said while smiling like she was up to something, then walked away to the back and into the kitchen. I look up from the table and make instant eye contact with the boy. I wonder what his name is. He looks like a Jason or Alex. I thought to myself. Then my stomach starts to growl. I look at my phone and 10 minutes passed by, and our food still hasn't came out yet. The second I put my phone down, I see her walking to us with our food. She gets to my table and give us our food. Then picks the tray up and walks away too fast for , neither him or me to say thank you, or anything in that matter. I look down at my plate and there's a note wrapped around my fork. I open it and read it. "his name is elijah ♡, don't mess this up he's a sweet boy " is what was written on it. I smile, fold it back up and stuff it in my pocket. Then I realize this isn't what I ordered so I look up at his plate and see my food. He looks at my plate , and we both come to realization that we had each other's orders. we both look around to see if she was near so we could tell her, but she wasn't. So I begin to hand him is plate. He sits it down then begins to hand me mine. I reach for it and grab it, but he doesn't let go. I look at him in confusion. "my names elijah" he said. I smile and sort of snatch my plate. He chuckles and begins eating. I'm eating and enjoying my food, and just being here in general. Until he interrupts my thoughts "you seem like you have a lot on your mind, you should sit over here". I hesitate at first, until i realized he probably wasn't going to give up. So I got up and made my way to sit in front of him. He smiles "so your names rose?" he said. " yes" i replied. "well it's a very pretty name" he said. " thank you elijah" i said emphasizing his name. We sit in silence for a minute, and then everything starts to replay in my mind. The waitress. No wonder she was asking me if i liked him, and if i thought he was cute. Then gave me the note telling me his name, and rushed out of here to the back in the kitchen and hasn't came out for 30 minutes. She did it on purpose. She wanted to know if I liked him on purpose. She messed up our meals on purpose. And has been in the back so we couldn't confront her about it. She was forcing us to have to communicate with each other. I look down and smile while shaking my head .