drina perez is lost (stilldefending) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-21 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-01, drina, marco |
no one else could heal my pain
WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Golden Dragon
WHEN | Afternoon
Her night at the bar had been a little excessive; that much she knew from the simple fact that she did not remember getting home that night. She woke up on her couch, with one shoe on the floor and the other still on her foot. Drina had showered and tried to remember just what had happened at the bar, but the only thing that came to her mind was a face of a man. By the time she sat down for an attempted breakfast, she finally remembered his name. Marco. He was Spanish and she remembered how she had focused on the way he spoke -- like there was something familiar in his voice. Nursing her hangover, Drina had readied herself so that she could spend the day volunteering at the bridge. While she was there, she kept her eyes open, hoping that she would see Marco again. She even went back to the bar at the end of the day, only she didn't order more than a simple beer that she didn't even finish. There was no sign of Marco. Assuming that she would never see him again, Drina decided to move on and forget him if she could. She would have volunteered again at the bridge, but she was scheduled to work at the restaurant. Working at the buffet really wasn't so bad, but usually it just consisted of refilling drinks and taking orders of special meals that weren't served on the buffet. She knew how to work the register and acted as a hostess when business was slow enough. Today, it was definitely slow enough. After the lunch rush had dissipated, Drina was left with only two customers who were too busy with their cell phones to even notice that they had a waitress. So, she was standing near the doors, behind the podium where the register sat along with several little Chinese nick knacks. She was idly drawing little meaningless designs on the back of an order pad when the bell above the door jingled, announcing that someone was entering. Her eyes jumped up to the person walking into the restaurant and she had to remind herself to keep her jaw from hanging open. It was Marco. Sliding off of her stool, Drina slowly smoothed out the kimono she was wearing for work and approached Marco at the door. She offered him a small smile before speaking. "Hi -- Table for one?" |