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Café on the Corner

He couldn’t afford this,

Probably saved his whole paycheck

But here he was,

At my table again,

One of three I wait on Mondays

The other two were empty.

This is the third Monday

He’s been here

At the same time

As me.

 

He ordered the cheapest

Item on the menu, just an appetizer

And only the half.

Nothing to drink?

Just the water is enough, thanks.

At least a glass of wine, please?

Not tonight, thanks though.

What about on the house?

It’s good wine.

Okay

 

I brought him the best.

It’d come out of my check, but

I almost felt sorry

Knowing he didn’t have money

It’s not that he looked poor

He just didn’t seem like

A guy with extra cash.

Would you join me?

… I could sit

Cool.

 

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

 

This isn’t what I ordered

This is better than what you ordered

It looks good…

Then eat it, same cost

Really? That can’t be right

Just try it, trust me, it’s good.

Okay… But… How much?

Same price, I told you

Are you sure

Yeah.

 

I wanted him to like it

It was the best thing off the menu.

My favorite, by far.

It’s too much for me.

Then take it home for tomorrow

Would you want to share?

You’re sitting anyway.

Sure, I guess so.

Smells good.

Good.

 

It was good, too.

Better with company, I admit.

He was fun

Good conversation is nice.

It was hard to find in a place

Like this where everyone

Is so in to themselves

He wasn’t, though

He studied

Art.

 

 

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

When are you off?

We could go for dessert after.

How about it?

I‘m off at ten thirty.

Would you mind waiting?

It’s only a couple hours.

I could bring coffee?

Would tea be okay?

Tea it is, then

Thanks

 

Drinks at the usual?

No, actually I’m meeting someone

So, who is he?

Just a guy, nothing.

The one you sat with today?

That’s him, why do you ask?

You’ve never accepted an

Invitation until now…

What changed?

Nothing.

 

Something changed.

I had gotten similar request before

I never accepted.

He was different.

He was better than anyone here.

Though they never realized it.

He was special, they weren’t

He had unique beliefs

Tilted perspective

Beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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