Desmond sat inside the restaurant patiently waiting for his girlfriend Tiffany. He wanted to celebrate their four-year anniversary and thought it would be a good idea to come to the place where they had their first date. He was excited to be celebrating this special occasion. Because this was the only relationship that lasted the longest for him.
“Hi! I’m Liza and I’ll be your waiter tonight. What can I get started for you today?” asked Liza. Liza was a slim girl with black hair and smooth skin. Her teeth so white that a beam of light can reflect off them. But Desmond didn’t pay her much attention, because his focus was only on Tiffany. She laid out two menus setting one of me across from him. She straightens them out just a little bit, before taking out her pen and notepad.
“Should I get you started with something to drink?” she asked.
“I’ll have a Jack and Coke, and a Long Island Ice tea for my girlfriend,” replied Desmond.
“I see. I’ll bring those right out,” said Liza.
Desmond gave her a half-hearted smile and looked at his phone to check the time. He always knew Tiffany had a bad track record for being late to everything they do. He remembers the time she was late to her own birthday, even late to her own cousin wedding. He shook his head at the memories of her tardiness until his phone went off distracting him from the memories. He picked up his phone and glanced at Tiffany name with her picture in the background. He can’t stop looking at her beautiful eyes that went along with her smile and bright white teeth. He smiles from ear to ear until he pushed the phone symbol.
“Hey baby,” said Desmond
“Hey! I’m running a little late. But I should be there in a minute,” said Tiffany.
“No worries, I already order your favorite drink,” said Desmond.
“Oh wow! Uh, thanks. I’ll call you once I’m in the parking lot” said Tiffany.
Desmond blocked Tiffany out for just a few seconds to hear what sounded like her friends in the background laughing and calling someone a loser. He never did like her friends, but this was something Tiffany knew and didn’t care. She would always tell him that they were a part of the package when it came to dating her. Desmond dreaded it, but his love for her was deeper, so, he came to tolerate them. Even if they do drive him insane.
“Okay baby just call me once you get here. Drive safe,” said Desmond.
Desmond heard the beep on his phone go off as he took one more glance at Tiffany’s beautiful smile. He couldn’t believe they made it past four years, four years of hardship and wonderful memories. He wondered if he could go back in time. He would do everything the same. If it meant putting him in the moment that he was about to enjoy.
“Here you go,” said Liza putting the drinks on the table.
Desmond quickly snapped out of his train of thought and looked at the waiter as she laid his drink gently in front of him. She reached over to her pockets and took out the pen and notepad again. Desmond took the time to admire her smile. It reminded him so much of Tiffany’s that he quickly looked away and stared at the menu hoping that he wouldn’t have to make eye contact with her. He knew how jealous Tiffany would get if she saw her “flirting” with another girl. So, he knew he needed to stay focus on the menu, even though he already knew what he already wanted.
“Are we ready to order?” Asked Liza.
“Yes, I’ll have the boneless wings with a basket of fries. And my girlfriend would like a salad with Italian dressing,” answered Desmond.
“Okay, I’ll have that right out,” said Liza.
Liza walked off as Desmond stared at his drink for a minute hesitate to pick it up because Tiffany felt they should take the first drink together each time they were out. It just annoyed him, because she was always late for their dates. It was something Desmond wanted to talk to her about for a long time, but he knew that conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere. So, he always stood silent about the situation.
“I wonder if she’s close?” asked Desmond.
He slid his phone off the table and looked at the time to notice that it has been thirty minutes since their last talk. So, he called her and waited for her to answer.
“Hi! You reach Tiffany…”
Desmond hung up the phone and laid gently back on the table taking a few breathers with his eyes closed. He looked around to see a few people getting up and leaving, as well as a few laughing and having a nice night. But in the distant on the other side of the restaurant stood a couple sitting opposite from one another. Looking miserable and distant. Desmond took a moment to analyze their situation, but they are soon interrupted when their waitress comes by and drops off the check. They smile at her and the guy gets up and leave, leaving the woman to pay the bill. The hair on Desmond back stood up as he formed his hand into a fist and squeezed it tightly. But he regained his focus, knowing that he wanted to everything to be perfect for tonight.
“I’m glad we’re not like that,” said Desmond.
Time would go by as the ice in Desmond drink would melt out of existence. As would Tiffany’s drink. Desmond calmly tapped the table to a rhythmic tone as he continued to wait for her to show. Again, he slid the phone off the table and called her just to get the same results again and again.
He threw the phone on the table not caring what position it would end up in. He looked up to see Liza rushing over to bring them their food. “I’m sorry about that long wait, we had a mix up in the kitchen,” said Liza.
That’s okay if you can. Can you take back the salad? I’m afraid my girlfriend isn’t coming after all,” stated Desmond.
“I’m sorry to hear that, I’ll just put your plate down and take this one back,” stated Liza.
Desmond gently nodded his head and gave a half-smile to Liza as she walked away from him. “Hey, Liza! I’ll take that plate off your hands,” said a woman.
Desmond looked across from him and noticed a woman with curly black hair and smooth skin sitting right across from him. He recognized the woman before. She too was a waiter at the restaurant. He even served him on his last few ‘dates’ with Tiffany.
“Hey, Melissa,” said Desmond.
“Hey, Desmond. I see you’re by yourself, again,” said Melissa.
“Yep, as always,” Desmond sobbed.
Liza looked at the both them as she put the plate gently down on the table. She looked at Melissa with concern. “Do you guys need anything else?” she asked.
“That’s all Liza, thank you. I’ll make sure that my friend will tip you well,” said Melissa.
Liza smiled from ear to ear and walked off. Desmond slowly looked around the table trying to avoid eye contact.
“You don’t have to talk, but you will listen,” said Melissa.
Desmond doesn’t make a sound. He sat there waiting for Tiffany to show up. But he knew better than anyone that she wasn’t coming. She stood him up again and he was there by himself, pretending that everything was good.
“How many times has she done this to you? How many times have you come here waiting on her, and she doesn’t show up?” questioned Melissa.
Desmond remained quiet.
“You’re this great guy who goes to the ends of the earth for her. And she couldn’t even show up for an eight-dollar meal. Why do you put yourself through this shit? And don’t give me that bullshit about how you love her,” stated Melissa.
Desmond stood quietly for a few seconds longer until he reached into this pocket and pulled a black square box and laid it on the table. He pushed slightly towards Melissa, who gazed at it knowing what was already in the box. But to amuse herself she grabbed it and flicked it open to see a small diamond engagement ring. She looked up to see Desmond still eyeing the table as if he was looking for something.
“So, how much did it cost?” asked Melissa.
“Does it matter now. I’m going to take it back tomorrow anyway,” replied Desmond.
“I guess you’re right, it doesn’t matter,” said Melissa.
She put the ring back in the box and closed it up and slid back to Desmond fingertips. She can see them shaking and she grabbed them lifting his hand above the box. Resting it on top. He tightens his grip and put it back in his pocket and connected his fingers on the table. His right leg began to shake uncontrollably under the table until he felt a foot rubbed gently against his leg. He looked down to see Melissa size eight work shoes caressing his leg. He looked up at her to be greeted with her pretty smile and hazel eyes.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and you can stop now,” said Desmond.
“What am I doing exactly, Desmond?” questioned Melissa.
“You feel bad for the guy that got stood up on his date for the hundredth time, and you want to make it up. By pretending to be my girlfriend,” explained Desmond.
“I’m not pretending,” said Melissa.
Desmond looked at her as he continued to feel her foot rise slowly against his right leg. He wanted to get up and walk out, but he already felt humiliated enough for one night. Besides he always did like Melissa. Even when he first laid eyes on her. He sometimes would wish that he could do away with Tiffany and be with her.
“What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about her again?” asked Melissa.
“Actually no,” replied Desmond.
“Then who?” questioned Melissa.
“You,” answered Desmond.
Melissa smiled and held her hand out on the table. Ryan gently laid his hand on top of hers and a cold chill travel down his spine. As he felt her warm soft hands. The sound of his heartbeat became so loud that it masked the voices around him. He never felt this way before and didn’t understand why. But he didn’t care either, this was the moment he wanted to be in his whole life.
“It’s time to wake up, Desmond,” said Melissa.
“Wait! what?” questioned Desmond.
“It’s time to wake up,” replied Melissa.
Desmond looked around frantically seeing the other people not paying him any mind and talking amongst themselves. He started to pinch himself viciously trying to wake up from his dream. He knew it was too good to be true and wanted it all to end. Melissa started laughing so hard that half of the patron in the restaurant stared at her for a minute.
“I’m just messing with you. It’s not a dream. This is all real,” joked Melissa.
“That’s not funny,” said Desmond.
“Says the guy trying not to laugh,” said Melissa.
Desmond stared at Melissa for a few seconds as she continued to laugh at the joke. Desmond soon started to chuckle and joined in with her. Again, half of the patron in the restaurant looked at them as if they’ve truly lost their minds.
Desmond holds his stomach trying to focus on his breathing. While Melissa wiped away the tears from her face. “You should’ve seen your face when I said that.”
“I haven’t laughed like that in years. Thank you,” said Desmond.
“You’re welcome. I already dealt with one depressing couple tonight. I couldn’t bare to see you do the same,” said Melissa.
“Oh yeah, tell me more,” said Desmond.
“Yeah, these two people were friends for the longest. The guy throws her this beautiful prom in their park. He even kicked her boyfriend’s ass for putting his hands on her. Then they had a falling out, which finally led them here to this restaurant. Now, they’re doing the whole ‘Before sunset’ thing and waiting six months. If you ask me that’s lame. I think Lisa should go to that man’s house and rock his world. I bet there would be no six months waiting then,” explained Melissa.
Desmond stared at her with his mouth slightly opened. “You heard all of that within a few seconds of going to their table?” asked Desmond.
“Yes…And I also eavesdropped a little. I’m sorry I like a delightful story,” replied Melissa.
Desmond waves his hands in surrender. “I don’t blame you. I just hope that your friend finds her happiness,” said Desmond.
“Me too, but enough about them. Give me your phone really quick,” said Melissa.
Without thinking twice Desmond pulled out his phone and gave it to Melissa. She quickly grabbed it from him and started to move her thumbs at the speed of light. Desmond sat there patiently wondering what she was doing. Once she was done she smiled and gave the phone back to him.
“I have to go and take care of some things. But call me so we can meet up this weekend,” said Melissa.
“Yeah sure, it’s date,’ said Desmond.
Melissa stood up and looked at Desmond once more before she took off. Desmond sat there tapping the table again, but Melissa reached over and laid her hand gently on both of his hands. She reached down and kissed him on the cheek and brought her face to his ear.
“If everything goes right this weekend. I’ll kiss you on the lips,” whispered Melissa.
Desmond said nothing but instead gave her half-hearted smile. Melissa walked off just to stop halfway and walked back to Desmond. “One more thing. give me that ring,” she demanded.
Desmond reached back into his pocket and gave her the box. Melissa grabbed it and snatched the ring out of the box and put it on her left ring finger. She put her left hand in the air and started to admire it for a second. “What do you know. It’s a perfect fit. You’ll get this back when you see me again.”
Desmond watched as Melissa walked through the door and disappear into the night. He picked up his phone to look for Melissa name in his contacts, but she was nowhere to be found. He began to wonder did he just get played and robbed at the same time. He goes through his whole contact list to also notice that Tiffany number was removed from his phone. Desmond began to look frantically up and down on his contact list to see no new name.
“I knew it was too good to be true and she stole from me, fuck,” whispered Desmond.
Desmond phone went off letting him know that he had a text message. He looked at the phone to see the name ‘Your Future’ going across the screen. Never seeing it before, he opens it up to read a message.
“In case you couldn’t find my name. I thought I texted you to let you know that was me. Lame? Yes. Worth it? For you, hell yeah. See you this weekend and I love the ring.”
Desmond Once again smiled and put the phone down on the table. He sat there for a minute as he waited for the waitress to come back with the bill. But he didn’t care how long she took. He just realized he was on the worst date of his life. Which turned into the best date of his life. And he couldn’t wait to see her again.