Intimate glances made between a shy waitress
and metal head cook.
Her face flares as red as the tomatoes she cuts
from his one simple look.
She takes an order,
with a note attached.
He calls her name,
to understand the format.

"Mayo on the side?" he questions her
with his sky blue eyes.
A lump forms in her throat,
trying to get the words to rise.

"Yes." she replies,
turning her head away.
He winks and smiles.
This is how they'll continue their day.
With,
intimate glances,
made between just them.
Here,
the intensity of a fire
begins to stem.