Fragile

-Iris-

He could have any girl he wanted. But he chose me. I don’t know why. I am just me. I am no one special. Well…

“What can I get you to drink?” I asked.

“Water, please,” he said.

“Coming up,” I said. I turned and walked back to the kitchen. He makes me nervous. Not in a bad way. It’s just…

I cleared my thought. Right. He wanted water. I filled a glass and took it to him.

“Here you are,” I said. I handed him the glass.

“Thank you,” he said. I stood for a moment.

“Are you ready to order?” I asked.

“Do you have anything light to eat?” he asked. I took a moment to think.

“There is a veggie miso soup here,” I said. “It’s light and healthy.” He leaned back in his booth.

“Hm,” he said. “Is it good?”

“Oh yes,” I said. “The customers here love it.” He thought about it for a moment. I waited with bated breath.

“I’ll take it,” he said.

“Coming up,” I said. I turned and walked back to the kitchen.

I know what will happen next. He is already in love with me. I don’t know how I feel about him. But we will date soon. It won’t last. We are going to die next year. We could’ve had a future together. I would be his wife. I would be a mother. We would grow old and die together. Sadly, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Here you are,” I said as I handed him his soup.

“Thank you,” he said. I was about to walk to the counter.

“Wait,” he said. I stopped and looked over my shoulder. He smiled at me.

“Care to sit with me?” he asked. I paused. My cheeks turned red.

“Oh… um… uh… uh…” was all I could spit out. He frowned at me.

“Too forward?” he asked. I quickly shook my head.

“No, I don’t mind,” I said. I slid into the booth across from him. This would be us for now. And honestly, it felt nice.