|| Hazel ||
I watched the scenery quickly pass by as Luke sped through the Texan highway. We've been in the car for the last 4 hours, my legs began to stiffen up and I attempted to stretch them out to prevent a cramp. My stomach growled for the third time, but Luke didn't seem to notice due to the music.
"Can we stop at the next restaurant? I'm hungry," I spoke up.
"Yea sure," Luke replied.
After nearly half an hour of more driving, we finally reached civilization. I sighed in relief when I saw a giant yellow lit up sign that read 'Denny's'. My mouth began to water at the thought of all the food it had to offer. Luke rolled into the parking lot and stopped the car.
"C'mon," He said and unclipped his seat belt.
"No need to tell me twice," I said as I closed the car door. Luke walked up beside me, his hands were stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. I eagerly opened the door and didn't wait for Luke as I let it go. The door nearly slapped him in the face.
"Slow down, will you?" Luke said, his accent rough.
"Sorry I'm just hungry," I replied and plastered on my best smile in greeting to the waitress that would show us to our table.
"Only two?" She asked. I nodded. She motioned for us to follow her. The diner was not full, but also not empty. People had plates of pancakes in front of them. An excellent choice for nearly midnight. Others had burgers or bowls of soup. The waitress showed us to the booth, I said a thank you and sat while Luke slid in the booth across from me.
We both picked up the menu and began searching amongst the wide varieties of food. Minutes of waiting passed slowly before a small plump lady walked over, a smile was pulling the corner of her lips.
"What can I get for you darlings today?" She asked.
"Can I get a chocolate milkshake, please," I said and smiled She wrote down on her small note pad, "And for you handsome?"
"I'll get a coke," Luke said with a sly smile.
"I'll be back with your drinks in a few," She smiled and walked off.
"Well, handsome," I mocked. "I am going to the bathroom."
He rolled his eyes, "Hurry back."
"Sure, sweetie," I smiled. He shook his head but smiled. I walked towards the bathroom door and pushed it open. I quickly scanned my surroundings before slipping into the first empty stall. I exhaled, who would want to commit a crime at a Denny's? I asked myself. I shrugged it off and was quick to do my business.
When I returned to the booth, our drinks were now sitting pretty on the table. I sat down and took a sip from my milkshake. The sweet flavor of chocolate ice cream delighted my taste buds. I couldn't help but smile.
"Where to next?" I asked.
"Hopefully Chicago, then from there Philly and next New York," Luke replied. His tattooed hands held the cup of soda. He was looking at his drink as he sipped. His beautiful blue eyes were weary with sleep.
"You have such pretty eyes," I said.
He coughed and let his straw go, "What?"
"You have pretty eyes," I repeated.
He looked down, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I smiled and took a sip of my milkshake. "You want some?" I offered. I was a bit shocked at my confidence. I don't usually offer people my food, much less my milkshake.
Luke declined, "I'm good, thanks."
I continued to sip my milkshake until our waitress came back and asked us if we were ready to order. Luke and I nodded and I ordered first. After Luke was finished we both handed our menus to the waitress. We both thanked her and she walked away to attend another table. Luke was smiling at me.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head, "Nothing."
I eyed him before continuing to sip on my drink. Luke and I began talking about music and how the late 90s and early 2000s had some of the best bands and musicians. We proceed to talk about art and how he viewed tattoos as art as well.
"Some people think it's just to make you look badass, but I think it's art," He said.
I nodded, "I get where you're coming from. Anything can be seen as art. Poetry is art, music, sculptures, vases. Tattoos are art. They're drawings, so technically it is art."
After minutes of deep conversation, the waitress came back with our food. She set our burgers in front of us and we immediately began eating. No talk exchanged between us as we ate. We ate in silence and it didn't matter.
I took a bite from my burger when Luke said, "You're so cute." I immediately stopped chewing and looked up. My mouth was full and my lips were together in a small pout. Luke began giggling. I glared at him and finished chewing. Before I could say anything, Luke speaks up, "You have cheese right there." he pointed to my face before reaching over with his napkin and wiping the corner of my mouth.
I shifted in my seat, "Thanks," I mumbled.
I was saved when the waitress came around and set the bill on our table. We both thanked her and Luke took the bill. "How much is it?" I asked.
He folded the bill, "Don't worry about it, I'm paying."
"I can't let you do that," I said as I reached into my pocket and brought out a twenty dollar bill before extending my hand out to him.
He shook his head and smiled, "Aw, you think I'm gonna take that?"
I glared at him, "Luke please, just take it and I'll feel less guilty."
He leaned in, "I am mafia and I could make that money in less than 10 seconds. Keep it."
I rolled my eyes but reluctantly stuffed the bill back in my pocket as Luke stood up. I finished my milkshake and got up. Luke went to pay the bill as I took out the twenty dollar bill once again and left it for tip. I joined Luke at the front. He was leaning against the counter while he waited for the receipt.
The lady smiled and bid us a farewell as Luke and I exited the restaurant. Luke occasionally bumped shoulders with me as we walked towards the car. It must've been two in the morning and the moon hung in the sky. Casting down it's vibrant light down. Luke opened the door for me and I thanked him before getting in. He closed the door and walked around the car to the driver's seat.
He flashed me a small smile as he brought the engine to life. I found myself staring at Luke a few seconds too long. I also found myself thinking about him too often.