Waiting Game

For a while, the steady stream of customers coming into and going out of the diner had been enough to keep Emily busy, to keep her mind off the impending arrival of one Derek Haven. But now, it had come the time of night where there was nobody at the diner but her and Ben, the cook.

And with all of the cleaning up done, and the tables and chairs set to rights, Emily had nothing to do.

And so with nothing to keep her preoccupied, she was seated instead of standing like usual. Not only had she taken a seat, she had taken a seat that afforded her a view of the front door. And she had been occasionally looking through it from time to time. Hoping to see Derek's familiar figure making its way to the diner, or at least his car, out there somewhere, so that she knew for a fact that he was coming.