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and my jaw went slack. The diner was filling up. I glanced back at Larry, who shrugged his shoulders.
I grabbed the glasses and took them out to my table. I got their order and moved on to the next table. The diner was never this busy on a weekday. The diner was never this busy period.
We called in Marla about an hour later just to help deal with the crowd. She was the definition of white trash, and we didn’t get along well. Her hair was a crispy, frizzy bleach blond with dark roots; her skin was tanned orange and looked like leather. We split the diner into sections. Most of our guests were twentysomething. I hardly had the patience to deal with this obnoxiously loud crowd. If I ever needed more proof that the universe viewed me as some sort of cosmic joke, the message was received loud and clear.
As I was clearing off a table, I overheard the girls beside me talking about the Damaged concert tonight. That explained why we had such a crazy crowd today. I slipped my hand into my apron pocket, feeling the ticket that Tucker had dropped on the ground earlier.
“I know, third row center. Tucker White will be practically right in front of us,” a girl gushed.
That stopped me cold. I moved over to their table and asked if they needed any refills on their drinks.
They declined.
“I’m sorry, did I hear you say Tucker White?” I tried to keep my voice even.
“Yeah, the lead singer in Damaged. He is way fucking hot.” The girl turned back to her friends as they all continued to talk about how they planned to sneak backstage after the show and sleep with Tucker.
I backed away from the table and tried my best not to run as I made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned over the sink trying to process this new information. I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. Why hadn’t he told me?
I turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. It didn’t matter. I was sure Tucker hated me now following my outburst this morning. And I had a boyfriend and a life that was a million miles from his, even if he was right up the road tonight.
I chewed on my lip as I stared at my reflection. No matter what I thought of myself, Tucker clearly saw something else. I leaned in closer. I didn’t see it, didn’t understand it, but I wanted to know what it was. I thought about the glimpse into Tucker’s childhood. He hadn’t needed to confide in me, to trust me, but he did. I’d avoided telling anyone about my past, afraid to be judged. But he’d laid it all on the line for me in hopes I would do the same, and instead I blew him off, doing exactly what I feared he would do to me. Suddenly I knew I needed to see him again. I needed to know why he didn’t tell me who he really was—why trust me with his tortured past but keep from me this huge detail about his current life? But most important, I needed him to know he hadn’t made a mistake by telling me his secret.
I suddenly felt that fate was intervening and Tucker was meant to be in my life somehow.
I did my best to keep myself busy for the rest of the afternoon. The concert was three hours away. If I worked my ass off, maybe I could convince Marla to finish out the night for me. I could give her my tips from the day. It was a great deal of money. The most I ever made in a single shift, but it felt worth it to me. After this show, Tucker would be off on another adventure. If I wanted to see him, tonight was my last chance. My only chance. Time to fly in hopes I wouldn’t fall.
In between tables I did my busywork, filling salt and pepper shakers and rolling silverware. When the clock hit seven, I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Marla, I know you’re probably dead on your feet, but I was wondering if you could take my shift. I know I’m asking a lot. I can give you all of my tips. I made nearly one hundred dollars.” I was practically begging at her feet.
She gave me a sour look and didn’t answer me for a moment.
I lost all hope.
“All
I grabbed the glasses and took them out to my table. I got their order and moved on to the next table. The diner was never this busy on a weekday. The diner was never this busy period.
We called in Marla about an hour later just to help deal with the crowd. She was the definition of white trash, and we didn’t get along well. Her hair was a crispy, frizzy bleach blond with dark roots; her skin was tanned orange and looked like leather. We split the diner into sections. Most of our guests were twentysomething. I hardly had the patience to deal with this obnoxiously loud crowd. If I ever needed more proof that the universe viewed me as some sort of cosmic joke, the message was received loud and clear.
As I was clearing off a table, I overheard the girls beside me talking about the Damaged concert tonight. That explained why we had such a crazy crowd today. I slipped my hand into my apron pocket, feeling the ticket that Tucker had dropped on the ground earlier.
“I know, third row center. Tucker White will be practically right in front of us,” a girl gushed.
That stopped me cold. I moved over to their table and asked if they needed any refills on their drinks.
They declined.
“I’m sorry, did I hear you say Tucker White?” I tried to keep my voice even.
“Yeah, the lead singer in Damaged. He is way fucking hot.” The girl turned back to her friends as they all continued to talk about how they planned to sneak backstage after the show and sleep with Tucker.
I backed away from the table and tried my best not to run as I made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned over the sink trying to process this new information. I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. Why hadn’t he told me?
I turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. It didn’t matter. I was sure Tucker hated me now following my outburst this morning. And I had a boyfriend and a life that was a million miles from his, even if he was right up the road tonight.
I chewed on my lip as I stared at my reflection. No matter what I thought of myself, Tucker clearly saw something else. I leaned in closer. I didn’t see it, didn’t understand it, but I wanted to know what it was. I thought about the glimpse into Tucker’s childhood. He hadn’t needed to confide in me, to trust me, but he did. I’d avoided telling anyone about my past, afraid to be judged. But he’d laid it all on the line for me in hopes I would do the same, and instead I blew him off, doing exactly what I feared he would do to me. Suddenly I knew I needed to see him again. I needed to know why he didn’t tell me who he really was—why trust me with his tortured past but keep from me this huge detail about his current life? But most important, I needed him to know he hadn’t made a mistake by telling me his secret.
I suddenly felt that fate was intervening and Tucker was meant to be in my life somehow.
I did my best to keep myself busy for the rest of the afternoon. The concert was three hours away. If I worked my ass off, maybe I could convince Marla to finish out the night for me. I could give her my tips from the day. It was a great deal of money. The most I ever made in a single shift, but it felt worth it to me. After this show, Tucker would be off on another adventure. If I wanted to see him, tonight was my last chance. My only chance. Time to fly in hopes I wouldn’t fall.
In between tables I did my busywork, filling salt and pepper shakers and rolling silverware. When the clock hit seven, I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Marla, I know you’re probably dead on your feet, but I was wondering if you could take my shift. I know I’m asking a lot. I can give you all of my tips. I made nearly one hundred dollars.” I was practically begging at her feet.
She gave me a sour look and didn’t answer me for a moment.
I lost all hope.
“All
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