It had been a busy day at work. Again.

'Typical', she thought. It wasn't the day she had expected. With all hope, and of course, good intentions, she had wished to have a decently busy - but at the same time, slow day. Enough to make the time slip away carelessly, but not enough to push each order a half hour or more behind. With reason, of course, she was tired. Between school and work, she sometimes wondered if she would ever have the time for anything else.

"Hey!"

She looked over the kitchen's counter, where she was wrapping the last portion of an order. She raised an eyebrow in frustration to the waitress shouting at her. It was on days like these that she got most annoyed at every little thing. Though, she couldn't understand how the waitresses couldn't understand that when they were BUSY in the kitchen, the food would get done as quickly as possible. It wasn't like they were goofing off; there was just so much you could do at one time.

"Is that order for pick up ready?"

"Bagging it now!" she shouted back, while shoving the items into bags. Grabbing them, she made her way to the front, out the door leading from the kitchen to the front-of-the-house. Dropping the bags on the counter in front of the cashier, who was the same waitress from moments ago, she took a breath of half-care, with an air that said 'here', with a mild annoyance.

"Could you ring him up for me while I get menus to the couple that just walked in?"

"Of course," she said with a smile, happy for the break, however short lived it would be.

She glanced down at the name on the ticket, and her heart stopped. The name was she seeing couldn't be true. She was trying... had been trying to forget this name, this face, for so long. She thought that she had been doing well, but now she was realizing that she was only fooling herself. Several months had passed since the break up, and not once had she ever expected him to show up again. If he had just stayed away, perhaps she wouldn't have felt all the feelings for him that she still held. When he had walked out on her over eight months ago, she felt no closure, and nearly died of heartbreak.

"Is that mine?"

It was his deep voice, calm as always.

"Uh," her voice was cracking, and she tugged on her messy ponytail, "Yeah." She took a deep breath, grabbed the bags of food harshly, and turned towards him. "Here you go."

And for the briefest moment, her downcast eyes looked up and caught his own.

His face registered a look that told her that he knew who she was now. Then, his eyes showed pain as he laid the money on the counter. She scooped it up and turned back to the register for his change.

Turning to hand it to him, a coin fell to the countertop.

"Oh, I'm sorry." And she bent to pick it up.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry." And with that, he turned, grabbing the bags, and walked out.

"WAIT!" she yelled, stretching out her hand to his back. Gripping his change in her hands, she ran around the counter, and after him. Her fingertips brushed his back as she stumbled through the exit, and he turned. "Your change..."

"I'm sorry," he said, taking it up, and slipping it into his pocket.

"No, I'm sorry! I haven't been able to stop loving you, after all of this!"

And he gave a broken smile. "Me too."

And this time, her face showed shock as he reached out to grab her, letting the food fall to their feet.