Diner Strolls

He strolled into the diner, followed closely by his family, and seated himself at a booth in the back, next to where two teenagers were gossiping, obviously on break. The blonde waitress smiled and pointed discreetly at the table the boy had sat at. Her brunette friend blushed and slapped her friend's hand playfully. He picked up a menu while the two girls fought over who would waitress that particular table. The blonde was telling the brunette to go, while the latter vehemently opposed. She gave up with a burst, "Fine!" even while muttering her blonde friend still heard the words, "Geez, Abby. I feel like you're pushing me down the aisle." Abby smiled and turned to a table with new customers. The brown-haired girl made her way to the young man and his family. "Hi, what can I get ya'll?" her Texas twang was very obvious. She put on the 'perky waitress' persona and tried to not make a fool of herself. The older woman, who was obviously the boy's mother, ordered a sandwich, his father ordered a simple burger, and the boy, who looked no older then seventeen, ordered pancakes. She hurriedly scribbled down their orders and disappeared into the kitchen. When she came back, Abby was at her break post; the diner was sluggish on Tuesday nights. "So, what did he order, Eva?" Abby inquired. "Just pancakes," Eva replied. "Come off it, Abby. He'll never like me. I'm me and he's Jesse. That's why." Abby just shook her head and received the food from the impatient chef. Eva did the same, and both went to their separate customers. With an expert's hand, Eva balanced the tray as she gave the family their requested items, "Enjoy your meal." And she walked away, tray under her arm. She sat back, nothing else to do until everybody left for the night. After ten minutes of doodling on her order slip and fifteen minutes conversing with Abby, the boy and his family made shifting motions, as if they were getting ready to leave. Hastily, Eva brought them their check. After they paid and left, Eva noticed a slip of paper inside the two one-dollar bills. She unfolded it, and saw numbers, 10 digits in all. Forgetting about her tip, she ran to Abby, who tried to grab the paper from her overexcited friend. Abby was so shocked that she had to read the numbers and tiny scrawl in the bottom that read: Eva, hey it's Jesse. Call me. Ten minutes later the girls were locking the doors, when a dark figure approached them. He flipped his hood down, and revealed himself to be Jesse, "You are going to call me, right, Eva?" he said with a wink, and strolled past the diner and down the street. Is he stalking me, she thought. She said good-bye to Abby and walked home. Punching the numbers in, she felt nervous. After a while, his voice greeted her, "Hello, Eva. I was beginning to wonder where you disappeared to. So, d'ya wanna go out with me sometime?" Her reply was barely audible, but he heard it. "Then open your window." Walking to the sill, she opened the window and peered out, but was met face to face with the eyes of Jesse. He held out his hand, and she looked disbelieving at it. He motioned his hand again, and this time she took it. They slipped out of the window, into the night.