A story idea I wrote forever ago, might continue it, might not.
The clanking of cheap wine glasses on the tables, the restaurant chatter, and the overwhelming smell of Italian spices were all I could focus on. Well, more just the spices. The chatter of people speaking comes in second. I sighed, leaning back in the red felt chair that I was sitting on. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds that went by. One, two, three, four-
āLet me guess, your usual?ā The thoughts became interrupted by a waiter, she snuck up without me realizing.
It took me a moment to respond, āWell I didnāt originally plan on getting anything.. but if its free Iāll take a water.ā I chuckled slightly at my strangely dry joke. Half of the time people canāt tell Iām joking. Sometimes I cant tell if Iām joking.
The waiter nodded, not even needing to take out their pen and paper. I put my head back down on the table, still looking at them. They looked at me strangely, confused on why I was here if I wasnāt going to get anything.
āNot even a root beer?ā They asked with a small, almost concerned smile, I guess it was their job to try and get me to get something. Or maybe it was illegal to be in a restaurant and JUST get a water.
āNot even a root beer. My stomach aināt exactly feeling it at the moment, otherwise, yeah, Iād get a root beer.ā
āI see,ā They started, āWell Iāll get you that water in a to-go cup, we are quite busy tonight, you have somewhere to go, I presume?ā
and there it is, the āyou-got-to-leaveā moment. Its okay though, I saw the restaurant was busy, but I did hope I could at least stay for a little due to all the cafes and things I could stay at being closed due to the rain, and the fact it was 11 oāclock at night. I nodded because I understood, and then proceeded to speak,
āI understand, Iām so sorry for coming in like this at a busy time!ā I forced out a chuckle, and smiled. Hopefully it looked genuine, I didnāt want to make them feel bad in any sense of the word.
The waiter nodded and went to go get my water, in a to-go cup, sadly. I sighed and looked out the window at the rain. It was pouring.
As soon as it felt as if the waiter had left, she returned with a foam to-go cup filled with ice cold water,
āhere you go! Have a good day!ā
More like have a soaking wet night. Nonetheless, I took the water, nodded and quickly made my way to the exit.
I looked out the door window and realized the rain was heavy, too bad I didnāt have an umbrella. As I exited the fancy Italian restaurant I put my hood up quickly so I didnāt get completely wet from the rain, and because I didnāt exactly want to be seen. I wasnāt exactly a criminal but I had my reasons to be arrested. At least I believe I would be arrested for what Iāve.. discovered, I suppose. I wasnāt exactly sure. It just happened this afternoon, Afterall.
