Table Number Six

Amelia was never one to stand out or be noticed. She was the girl who sat up the back and kept to herself. She was the girl that never spoke up, because when she did, no one heard her or even bothered to listen. She was just a girl. But not to him.
To him she was different, special, one of a kind. He admired the way her eyes lit up when she heard her name, and the way she would sing when she thought no one else was listening. She gave him the happiness he had been waiting for all this time, but it was only good while it lasted.

It was table number six that held the most memorable moments, the ones that he held onto, and the ones that he would only share with her.