Billie Jean [h.s]

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^I'm proud of the edit I made here!! Hehehe:))^

The Night Drive Diner seemed less more dense than earlier and I'm missing dinner because of this, because of the sweet note in between my rosy fingertips.

I stood by the glass door peeking in, trying to see a familiar head of curls, but I haven't seen not a brown twirl yet.

I took a deep breath swallowing my pride and walking in. The sweet music of Natalie Cole, This Will Be playing through the sweet diner.

My Mary Jane's hit the floor softly. That was the only thing I kept on. I changed into a pair of bell bottoms and a black sweater. While letting my hair breathe for the night.

The air was shady tonight and I believe a storm was coming sometime soon.

I persuaded my mom to let me go to Robin's for a few hours and she agreed.

I seen a stool available at the counter and took my chances. The smell of smoke swarmed the small diner and the echoes of chatter emerged around me.

I leaned into the available stool, taking a seat and again letting out another breath.

I seen the little clock behind the counter reading seven-ten. Where could he be?

Maybe running late.

"Ready to order sweet pea?" a older black woman with cherry popping lipstick smiled at me, her curvy hips swung from side to side.

Her hair was curled into a high ponytail and she had a pen and pad placed in her hand.

"No ma'am. I'm waiting for someone." I say softly.

"How about, if that person doesn't show, I'll give you a piece a pie on me and we'd talk about how you got your curls so in depth." she beams at me.

The sound of pie made my ears perk up a bit.

"The name's Barbara Ann." she smiles placing her hand to me.

"Billie Jean, nice to meet you." I grin shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you too, honey." she says with a genuine hint of happiness across her face.

Just from meeting her, her soul was warm.

"Barb, we gotta an order on booth six." the man with a hat screamed waving his spatula in the air.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." she shouts back and then turning to me.

"See ya around, Billie Jean." she whispers scurrying off to do her order.

Just in time, the door of the diner swung open, I turned my head in hopes to see Harry.

Only to see an older man walk in waddling his cane and wet from the starting rain outside.

I placed my elbow on the table laying my cheek in my palm in thought.

Will he show?

After twenty minutes, it reaching seven-thirty I began to gaze around to find my new warm friend Barbara Ann, maybe I'll take a piece a pie to deal with being stood up.

"Bunny?" I heard a familiar voice behind me and I gently spun around in the stool unfazed.

"Look who finally showed up." I sighed with a small pout.

"I know, I'm sorry, it was hard to ditch the guys." Harry says to me making me roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Is this seat taken?" he questions poking his lips out in curiosity.