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Do you remember?8 Years AgoHe felt vaguely uneasy,
restless. The dark sky cast an eerie
loneliness in the city streets. Although it was late, he felt the need to
escape from his empty apartment for a while.
Rounding a corner, he came upon an
obscure little diner, one he had lived near his whole life, but he never
noticed until now. That's New York: a big vibrant city, full of small
neighborhoods and little Mom-and-Pop places like this one.
He ducked into the diner, surprised
at how bright the fluorescent lighting was, cutting through the dark night like
a sharp blade.
He slid onto a stool at the end of
the counter. As he did, a young blonde waiter appeared from the kitchen behind
him.
"What can I get you,
sir?"
"Hamburger, plain ," said
the man. "Oh, and a cup of coffee too. Black."
"Want me to bring you some
sugar? " asked the young man.
"No, I'll just take it black,
thank you."
After a very few minutes, the
waiter placed a platter with the burger in front of him, along with a steaming
cup of black coffee.
The man paused for a bit and
glanced at the young man, obviously new on the job, and said. "You seem
like an ambitious hard- working kid to be taking on a job like this late at
night. May I ask your name?"
"Dante."
"Well, Dante, I hope you do
well and get a raise soon!"
Waiting for his coffee to cool down, the man glanced
around the brightly lit room, observing the clean floors, spotless booths. He
took an occasional sip as his coffee cooled.
When a blast of cold air
interrupted his silent observations, he turned his head to see a young couple,
faces flushed, tumbling into the diner. The man was clinging to the woman,
intent on keeping her safe in the dark of the night. When he released her arm,
the impression of his hand remained on her jacket.
The man's coffee was cool enough to
drink, and he did so as he watched the couple over the rim of his cup. He
couldn't help but stare at them, wondering how the two of them found each
other, and how they came to be at this particular place.
He took a few bites of his dry
burger, but couldn't resist engaging them in conversation any longer.
"Hi there folks. Pretty late.
If I may ask, what is such a young couple doing in a place like this so late at
night? Or I should say, morning, by now."
"We’re ..... (Continue with
the next two paragraphs). It'll be a
mess."
The man wasn't trying to be mean,
but he felt that love never lasts, and that in the end, you are always alone.
He found the actual concept of love endlessly intriguing, but no, not for him.
Definitely not for him.
The couple ordered quickly, and
feeling uncomfortable under the judgment of the stranger they just met, ate
quickly, paid their bill, and disappeared into the cold night.
The man sighed, swallowed the last
bite of his now-cold burger, and lit a cigarette.
Once again in his own world, misty
thoughts swirled around in his mind like the smoke that curled from his
cigarette. Hazy thoughts surfaced from the deep recesses of his memory. Images
of a young woman, of sunny, happy days, that he tried so hard to stuff way, way
into the depths of his brain.
He stubbed out his cigarette, and
shook his head, bringing him back to the present.
"Hey, I'm really hungry!"
The young counter man reappeared
from the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything,
sir?"
"Yes. I'm starved. Bring me a burger with everything on it. Load
it up with onions and tomatoes. Oh, and a cup of coffee, extra cream and
sugar."
The young waiter was staring at
him, thinking this was a most odd change.
A thought flashed through his mind that he should keep an eye on this
guy.
"You seem like an ambitious, hard- working kid to be
taking on a job this late at night. May I ask your name?"
"Uh..Dante, like I said before." Now the
counterman was become alarmed at this exchange and strange turn of events.
"Nope, afraid not," said the man. Never saw you
before. Please take away this stinky ashtray. Don't you hate it when people
smoke?
"Oh, and bring me more sugar. I can't live without the
sweet."
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