You went to the grill everyday after school.
It used to be the way you spent time with your father.
But he had stopped taking you.
Out of habit, you still went.
Someone sat down in front of you.
You looked up to see a boy dressed as a waiter.
It occured to you tht he must work there.
You smiled at him.
“What can I do for you?” you asked.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you your name for a while,” he said.
“Y/N,” you told him.
“Jeremy,” he responded, “We go to school together.”
You gave him an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember seeing you there,” you said.
“I rarely go. I mainly spend my time with my family or here, working,” he said.
“Oh. Well I go everyday. Have to get out of this town someday, you know,” you replied.
“You also come here everyday,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, old habit,” you admitted.
“Well habits die hard,” he winked.
“I guess they do,” you chuckled.
“Though I don’t think I want this one to die anytime soon,” he said.
“I don’t think it will. It’s pretty much the only thing to do around here,” you sighed.
“Well, you could always go out and explore the forest,” he suggested.
“I’ve never done that before,” you said.
“I could take you this weekend. I mean, if you want,” he said.
You nodded.
“That sounds nice,” you responded.
He smiled at you.
“Gilbert, back to work!” someone called.
Jeremy looked up and then back at you.
“That’s me,” he said, standing.
“I have to go, too,” you said, grabbing your bag.
You jotted down your number and handed it to him.
“Text me,” you told him.
You walked out and he watched you.
“I might just start to go to school more.”