He walks inside the glass doors.

Beautiful blue eyes.

Perfectly set;

Fiery red hair.

Teen boys follow him in.

He starts speaking, “Hey sweetheart.”

It melts my heart.

I do my best to take his order,

I couldn’t help but to focus on everything about him.

He refuses to tell me his name;

Forcing me to tell him mine.

He winks; Making me bashful.

He sits down in a calm manner.

I was over timidly.

I display him his order,

Our hands touch.

His hands are rough; beaten.

Dirt sits beneath his nails.

The nail beds are damaged.

Best guess: A farmer.

On his head a cowboy hat shading his perfect eyes.

A red and blacl flannel belongs to his back.

Roughed up jeans.

And muddy boots.

“Can we get a pen and napkin?”,

His friends ask.

I give the items and walk away.

I fidget with my hands waiting for something.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for.

He walks up and hands me a folded napkin.

And says “Open it when you get time”.

I thought there was a coonection?

He walks out.

I open it.

It’s his number.

I was dumbfounded:

Thinking this can’t be real.

It’s not gonna last.

Now five months later?

And were planning on…

Hanging out

Before?

Now he leaves for the military…