Outside is a saturated orange-y color there are brown stone buildings all down the road the area is very urban people selling things out of cars people yelling things to one another out of windows and cars. I walk down the stairs of the building and Matthew walks around me and waits for me at the bottom. He pulls out his phone and reads a message looks up at me and smiles then texts something and put the phone back in his pocket. I walk down the last stair and we begin to walk, “Where are we going?” I ask
“To the diner” he says looking forward
“I know that but where is it?”
“Just up the road here” He says extending his arm forward.
“Oh” I say looking down at my feet as I walked beside him the concrete side walks were cracked with age and had pieces of old and forgotten marks and gum stains along it. I lift my head and view my surroundings nothing but brownstones and corner stores. Then I look at him face stone not a smile in sight he looked all to serious. The heat is what it was had to be now I understand why I wore the slip dress. Finally we reach the diner it’s and old time diner nothing fancy about it when you first walk in the smell of cigarettes and food fill your nose there’s a few booths to sit at and in the back right in front of the kitchen area was a long bar. Matthew directed me over to a table by the window a few booths down from the bar and directed a waitress to come over.
“What can I get ‘cha?” The lady ask
“Coffee hashbrowns and an omelet” Matthew orders
“What about you?”
“Um the same and and orange juice.”
“Coming right up” She says walking off hollering our order to the cook.
I adjusted myself on the seat looking at the table that had coffee and grease stands on it. Matthew lit a cigarette and began to smoke,”Oh do you mind?” He asked after his first puff.
“Oh no no problem” I tell him “So what exactly happened last night because I know I didn’t go to a party with my friends..let alone them leave me there”
He looked at me resting his arms on the back of the booth. And looked at me threw squinted eyes and blowing smoke. Then he said with a very stern voice. “Your right there was no party..I saw you at the park last night sitting on a bench with whiskey and a cigarette.Talking to no one, you didn’t seem drunk because you weren’t slurring your words or stumbling and falling over yourself. I went up and asked if you were ok and you said ‘Does I look like I’m Ok? I’m drinking alone who the hell does that?” I have a flashback of last night I was in the park complaining about “life” laying on a park bench chugging a bottle not giving a Fuck who saw me or what they saw. I don’t remember it all but I remember these three guys coming up to me, this one lady and then another man and that was it.
“Wait I told him I remember..were you with that group of men?” I asked. He looked at me confused
“No that wasn’t me”
