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restaurant at the old man in the Peterbilt cap.
“I saw myself getting a job in that coffee shop. So I took it on a lark. Figured that way, I might run into you again. And when I did, I had another memory.”
Despite himself, Grant found himself listening to this crazy woman he was sharing a table with.
“I saw your shitty white Toyota with a jazz festival sticker on its bumper and when it was you who slid behind the wheel, I knew you were the reason I was having memories again.”
Grant takes an awkwardly sip from his coffee mug.
“Then, just moments ago, when you said that thing about dropping me off here, it happened again.”
“What?” Grant asked.
Maddy's eyes glistened with emotion.
“Nothingness. Darkness. But when I got out again and started after you, I immediately saw us together, here at this very table having pancakes. I realized that I could live at least a few minutes longer if I stuck with you.”
Grant studied Maddy closely. His eyes cut furtively across the restaurant to the man in the Peterbilt cap. He opened his mouth to tell her that he thought that the gentleman might be a good safe choice to catch a ride with from here when Thalia the waitress set a bevy of steaming plates of food before them.
“And here’s your butter and syrup and it looks like you’re okay on the coffee,” Thalia told them. “Anything else I can get for you right now?”
“No, thank you,” Maddy and Grant again said simultaneously, this time in identical melancholy tone.
As they began preparing their pancakes, Thalia stared at them in silence for a moment with a dumb smile on her face.
Grant glanced up at her expectantly.
Thalia shook her head. “That’s just awesome.”
“What is?” he asked.
“I mean, you guys are like in perfect sync with each other right now,” Thalia told him in a tone of amazement. “Me and my boyfriend are like never like this.” She gave one more disbelieving shake of her head and strode away toward the kitchen.
Maddy continued slathering butter and syrup on her pancakes, trying to hide the smirk on her face.
Grant gathered up a fork and stared down at his own stack, watching the remnants of his cube of butter slowly melt. “You have no idea the mess I've made of my life,” he said to her. “Believe me when I say, I can't help myself much less anyone else right now.”
“So far, you've kept me alive and that's enough for now,” she answered, slicing off a chunk and devouring it with a look of total ecstasy.
Loud hip hop music erupted from the cell phone beside Grant’s hand and he literally dropped his fork.
Maddy stopped chewing.
Grant stared down at the phone, his face a mask of indecision. He reached for the phone, his hand hovering a few inches above it as he cleared his throat.
Her eyes narrowing, Maddy snatched the phone up from beneath his hand and pivoted slightly away from him.
“Yeah?” she answered, pressing it to her ear as Grant rose to step around the table.
“Give it to me,” he stated firmly, holding his hand out to her.
Maddy’s face grew pale as the blood drained away. Yanking the phone away from her ear, she rose to her feet beside Grant and searched the restaurant. “They're coming.”
Stiffening, Grant looked around. “Who? Mine or yours?”
“For me. The two from the airport,” she said urgently. “Dammit! We stayed too long.” Maddy hauled her satchel from beneath the table, unzipped it, seized a handful of bills from within, and tossed them to the table.
Grant looked from the open satchel to Maddy, his expression hardening.
“You've just got to trust me until I can explain,” she snapped, zipping up and rushing toward the entrance doors where they entered.
Maddy stopped, shook her head and looked back at Grant, who was standing immobile one step away from the table. He looked from the man in the Peterbilt cap to Maddy, his face contorting with conflicted emotions.
Maddy swallowed
“I saw myself getting a job in that coffee shop. So I took it on a lark. Figured that way, I might run into you again. And when I did, I had another memory.”
Despite himself, Grant found himself listening to this crazy woman he was sharing a table with.
“I saw your shitty white Toyota with a jazz festival sticker on its bumper and when it was you who slid behind the wheel, I knew you were the reason I was having memories again.”
Grant takes an awkwardly sip from his coffee mug.
“Then, just moments ago, when you said that thing about dropping me off here, it happened again.”
“What?” Grant asked.
Maddy's eyes glistened with emotion.
“Nothingness. Darkness. But when I got out again and started after you, I immediately saw us together, here at this very table having pancakes. I realized that I could live at least a few minutes longer if I stuck with you.”
Grant studied Maddy closely. His eyes cut furtively across the restaurant to the man in the Peterbilt cap. He opened his mouth to tell her that he thought that the gentleman might be a good safe choice to catch a ride with from here when Thalia the waitress set a bevy of steaming plates of food before them.
“And here’s your butter and syrup and it looks like you’re okay on the coffee,” Thalia told them. “Anything else I can get for you right now?”
“No, thank you,” Maddy and Grant again said simultaneously, this time in identical melancholy tone.
As they began preparing their pancakes, Thalia stared at them in silence for a moment with a dumb smile on her face.
Grant glanced up at her expectantly.
Thalia shook her head. “That’s just awesome.”
“What is?” he asked.
“I mean, you guys are like in perfect sync with each other right now,” Thalia told him in a tone of amazement. “Me and my boyfriend are like never like this.” She gave one more disbelieving shake of her head and strode away toward the kitchen.
Maddy continued slathering butter and syrup on her pancakes, trying to hide the smirk on her face.
Grant gathered up a fork and stared down at his own stack, watching the remnants of his cube of butter slowly melt. “You have no idea the mess I've made of my life,” he said to her. “Believe me when I say, I can't help myself much less anyone else right now.”
“So far, you've kept me alive and that's enough for now,” she answered, slicing off a chunk and devouring it with a look of total ecstasy.
Loud hip hop music erupted from the cell phone beside Grant’s hand and he literally dropped his fork.
Maddy stopped chewing.
Grant stared down at the phone, his face a mask of indecision. He reached for the phone, his hand hovering a few inches above it as he cleared his throat.
Her eyes narrowing, Maddy snatched the phone up from beneath his hand and pivoted slightly away from him.
“Yeah?” she answered, pressing it to her ear as Grant rose to step around the table.
“Give it to me,” he stated firmly, holding his hand out to her.
Maddy’s face grew pale as the blood drained away. Yanking the phone away from her ear, she rose to her feet beside Grant and searched the restaurant. “They're coming.”
Stiffening, Grant looked around. “Who? Mine or yours?”
“For me. The two from the airport,” she said urgently. “Dammit! We stayed too long.” Maddy hauled her satchel from beneath the table, unzipped it, seized a handful of bills from within, and tossed them to the table.
Grant looked from the open satchel to Maddy, his expression hardening.
“You've just got to trust me until I can explain,” she snapped, zipping up and rushing toward the entrance doors where they entered.
Maddy stopped, shook her head and looked back at Grant, who was standing immobile one step away from the table. He looked from the man in the Peterbilt cap to Maddy, his face contorting with conflicted emotions.
Maddy swallowed
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