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It was a Sunday night and you were cleaning up the diner you worked at after a long day of serving customers. You felt like shit. When you got there in the morning, your co workers weren't there. Meaning you had to do the breakfast shift by yourself. And the toilets were disgusting. And you had more customers than usual. . The only thing that could cheer you up was some good music. You turned up the radio in the kitchen as you proceeded to wash the dishes. Eventually as more and more music entered your ears, you began to feel less tired. So much so, you started dancing when a certain song came on: 'I can't get no satisfaction'.
You loved this song. You turned the volume up even more and swayed yourself with the music. Once you placed the last dish on the rack, you looked around for your fake microphone: the broomstick. Where was it?
Then you remembered you left it next to the cash register. Using your hips, you pushed open the door to the main diner, you advanced toward the broomstick and started singing into it. In fact, you got so carried away and lost in your own world that you didn't notice five people walk into the diner. When you finished your funny dance with the broomstick, a loud clapping noise made you open your eyes. Shit. You thought you locked the door. You turned around to see five guys standing at the counter and applauding you. You blushed and timidly said, "sorry, we're closed." "Please can we just get something to drink," one of the guys reached forward and handed you some money. His hand lingered on yours for a while. You looked into his eyes, intimidated and attracted at the same time. "Okay," you let them get some drinks from the refrigerator. The brunette, who handed you the money, remained standing next to you. He smiled warmly at you and lowered his voice so that his friends couldn't hear.
"You're an amazing dancer," he complimented you. You looked away from his eyes, unsure of how to take the praise, "thanks."
You watched as he walked away and exited with his friends. He stole a glance at you before the door shut. You continued staring at the mysterious man; wondering if you'd see him again.
Fortunately for you, he came by the diner the next day. He didn't come inside, he just hovered around the door. You thought he was throwing you glances, but given the sunglasses on him, you couldn't tell. There was no way a man as attractive as that would consider looking your way. He kept coming back, day after day. You never said anything to him until one day you couldn't take it anymore.
"You know you have to buy something," you pretended to wipe the table in front of him, "you can't just keep creepily staring." He kissed his teeth and sighed, "what can I get for five bucks?" He handed you the bill and you said, "umm probably a coke or some fries or a small slurpee." "What about a conversation with you?" the man hopefully asked. You looked around at the diner. There was no one there but a couple of old people on the other side. Intrigued by the mystery surrounding the man, you accepted his offer. "Yeah sure," you sat down opposite him. He read your name tag, "Y/N." "Now you know my name, what's yours?" "Izzy," he smiled at you and held out his hand. "So... Izzy. Why have you been coming here everyday?" You asked. "I was hoping to get a show," he chuckled at you. "You mean me dancing?" you raised your eyebrows at him.
From that point onward, you and Izzy began talking effortlessly. You learnt a lot about him: an aspiring musician with a band and a dream. You admired the way he looked at the world: black and white with a hint of wry humour. Yet, you could see something behind his eyes. Something that drew you in, that made you want to talk to him for hours on end. So you did. Everyday he kept coming in around the same time and stealing you away from your work. You found it funny that he eventually stole your heart too.
