and then

about an hour goes by. i think i hear one of the waitresses mention amanda's name. figure my ears are playing tricks on me. continue reading...

look up from my book a few minutes later. sip my coffee. see a girl leaning down behind the counter trying to get something - a napkin, or some dishes. she looks up. we lock eyes for a split second... amanda. pretty sure she doesn't recognize me. just smile to myself and continue reading; comforted by her presence.