Our heroine makes her journey on horseback to meet the man
who stole everything from her.
A
Part Two
A not so silent dinner date
It was humid. Almost unbearably so. Fanning my face with one hand, I looked around at the rest of the diner. It was crowded with many people. Drinking, laughing, talking. Everybody else was with somebody and I was the only one sitting alone. I was getting annoyed. This was the third day in a row I was doing this.
She was late. Late again. Really I knew I shouldn’t be surprised. Her life consisted of being late for everything. Weddings. Funerals. Parties. It was part of her personality.
I was the only one patient enough to wait for her every time. Somehow with her I could control my natural impatience. It was just how it was.
I leaned back into my cushy seat feeling self conscious. It was one of those seats you see in fast food restaurants, the ones that were positioned annoyingly close to the table and were all connected to one another in a U shape.
Beside me my companion dozed, snoring softly. Everyday had been the same. I had waited at the exact same table, with a huge box filled with many letters positioned on the table along with a few pokeballs. My Pokemon slept while I watched the people in the diner from three o’clock to six every day. I had come to identify the regulars in the diner, I had learnt the menu off by heart, I had even finished two books waiting for her to arrive. Each day was exactly the same.
But of course I didn’t mind waiting. For her I would wait forever.
With that thought I twisted my face into something of a smirk and a grimace and even a bit of sorrow. It was a strange expression.
I wondered if this statement was true. I had already failed to wait for her once before. One mistake and it all fell apart. It was the worst time of my life.
I folded my arms on the table and then rested my chin on them, watching the people on the street outside.
The worst time of my life.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds feeling guilt and anger at myself well up inside him.
“Are you okay?”
I jolted upwards into a straight backed sitting position in response to the question.
I, blinking a few times before I focused on a woman holding a tray filled with somebody’s empty plate and glass, felt like an idiot. Who waits in a diner for three days for a girl who would probably never arrive? She had probably remember to forget to come.
“Yes yes I’m fine.” I said waving the waitress away before she could ask any more questions. She glanced at me with one drawn on raised eyebrow. She looked a bit offended to be dismissed so quickly but walked away without saying anything.
“I’m sorry.” I muttered to no one in particular.
My Pokemon opened one eye to study my face.
“What is it buddy?” I asked tiredly even though I wasn’t physically tired.
“Pikachu….” He replied.
“I don’t know when she’ll get here. You know her she’s always late. But I am beginning to wonder if she’s okay. I don’t think she’s ever been three days late.”
“Kachu.” He muttered before yawning and hopping onto the table even though there was a sign saying: “No Pokemon allowed on the tables.”
“You’re right. I don’t need to worry. She can take care of herself. She did without me for five years already. She can do without me for another three days. Right?”
“Pikachu.” Pikachu responded non-committedly. I cast him a sour look which he ignored before opening one of the mustard containers on the table and downing it like a shot. He pulled a face and tried the ketchup.
The same waitress I’d brushed off earlier walked up to our table, hands on hips.
“I’m assuming you have reading disabilities.” She said huffily and pointed her finger at the sign saying: “No Pokemon allowed on the tables.”
I gave her a weary glance. “Tell it to the Pikachu.”
She glared at me. “Do you have some sort of problem with me?”
I have to admit I was taken aback. “Um-no…?”
“‘Cos it really seems like you do.” I could tell she was going to give me a lecture. I could also tell that she was going to draw it out as long as possible. On her first sentence people at the neighboring tables were already peering over curiously.
“First you treat me like I’m some kind of chewing gum you find at the bottom of your shoe. You do not just brush me off like I’m your girlfriend. God forbid.” She made a movement in my face with one finger like a windshield wiper.
“Secondly you listen to me when I tell you to put your Pokemon on the chair. This diner has rules. Rules that every other customer abides by except you. Now if you can’t control yourself and your Pokemon we are going to have to kick you out. Got it? And you can’t ever come back here. Ever. So behave little man.” She turned around swiftly and strode off but not before she turned and shouted. “And comb your goddamn hair!”
I sat there stunned. Pikachu held the ketchup bottle with both paws as still as a statue.
We looked at each other. He jumped off the table still holding the bottle. I patted my hair down self consciously. Everybody in the diner stared at us.
I looked down at Pikachu. “Maybe we should go?”
Pikachu snorted meaning: “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I walked out with Pikachu and the ketchup bottle on my shoulder. It wasn’t long before we had the whole street staring at us and not just the people in the diner. Why? Because that waitress had run out of the diner screaming ‘Theft!’ She had grabbed the ketchup bottle out of Pikachu’s paws and sprayed it all over my shirt. How were we to know that the ketchup wasn’t free?
Covered in tomato sauce I walked back to my motel room, wondering if Misty would arrive before I was kicked out of town.
End Part Two
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