It's a Saturday night
Busy, loud
No time to relax

Wiping off tables
And filling up glasses
She is the busgirl

Stressed out and rushed
She runs to the door
In the bread room he stands

Tall, unready
Belt still in hand
He flashes her a smile

She’s seen him before
Months prior to this
Remembering without hesitation

Unfocused and dazed
She forgets what she needed
Running out embarrassed

Sending food in and out
The kitchen door swings
Through the little window she sees him

With warm set eyes
And a smirk thats contagious
She catches it like the flu

Cant hold back
Both thinking, searching for a reason
To get another glance

The rush of her blood
Anticipation on her mind
He turns the corner

Cutting in front of him
He tugs on her hair
She blushes

The night comes to an end
He walks her out
Dragging with each step

In his car they wait
Conversation still growing
Effortlessly, comfortable

Not wanting it to be over
She kisses him on the cheek
This is the end of a new beginning