Something About Us
I got a job working with Evan at Paradise Burritos, which is awesome, and Paul just got a job there too, so awesome's about to get awesomer.
on the second day, the most beautiful girl i've ever seen walks in.
I've been able to keep composure lately, so when a really cute girl comes in or walks by, i do alright. But this time, there was no consoling me. I could barely breathe, my chest was pounding, i couldn't even pay attention to the order.
But she was with her mother, so that helped. I figured nothing's happening, so i could relax. Besides, i didn't think i had a chance with this girl. But still, i was having trouble concentrating.
Anyway, they place their order, walk upstairs, and walk out to eat at the outdoor tables. Ten minutes later, their order's up. Quesadilla. So, i decide to bring it out for them (something we don't do normally do), just to catch another glimpse. I bring it up, only to realize i forgot everything else. Silverware, napkins, the Nachos they ordered too. So, naturally, i say: "DAAHHHHH!"
And i walk back downstairs with her mother consoling me, patting my back, and saying i'd done a good job anyway.
So she gets the food and all and i stay downstairs, laughing at how horribly i'd pulled that off. There's a big lull, no one's coming in. So i start fantasizing. Maybe, maybe this girl will come back down, saying she needed the bathroom, to give me her number. Maybe, maybe, she'll come down and talk.
She comes down. I'm blown away.
"Dahhhh?"
"yeah, can i get more sour cream?"
"Sour Cream!"
So i give her some sour cream, which costs 37 cents, and she puts her hand out, holding something under it.
"Dahhhh?"
"Here"
"What?"
"It's 30 cents, right?"
"Uhh, well, uhm, yeah, oh, ok. Right."
I get her change and she smiles and walks back out.
So now i'm dying. My chest is pounding, i'm amazed i wasn't sweating.
A half an hour goes by. So now i think they're gone. After that long at the tables, people usually leave. So, i can focus. I can work. I can think. I can breathe.
They come back down.
WHAT! Why's this girl STILL here? I'm dying, just dying. She walks into the bathroom. My fantasy rolls back. Bathroom?.. Bathroom! Ok, keep it together. She's just using the bathroom. Settle down. Her mom's right there. Nothing's gonna happen. So, she comes back out, and her mom goes in. She stands! Right there, in front of me, Waiting! Waiting for something, waiting for conversation, waiting to talk. Right there!
Nothing. I had Nothing. I was blown away. I couldn't think of anything.
Then, she opens conversation. The rest is really a blur. She said her name was Andrea, she was just visiting, came from Ohio, and was leaving the next day. I asked what she was doing that night.
"Baking a pie."
"A pie?"
"An apple pie."
"You should bake me a pie!"
"... What? Bake you a pie?..."
"Yeah, i bet if you baked me a pie it would probably be the best pie i ever had."
"Probably."
She smiles, i'm speechless.
"What time do you get out?"
"DAAHHHH TEN MINUTES"
"Oh, it won't be ready yet. I need to leave with my aunt (turns out the mother's the aunt) and bake it."
"I can wait!"
"Well... What time do you work tomorrow?"
"One... One, right? One? One. Anytime after one."
"Well, i'll bring you in a slice."
Her aunt comes out.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wow, yeah, i'll see you tomorrow!"
They leave.
I find out i'm not working till two the next day, so i obviously just show up at one.
I wait. Now i'm thinking, she's just visiting, it would have been nice, but she's not gonna drive back from essex to give me a slice of pie. Oh man, oh well. Oh well.
At about 2:30, the taqueria's dead. I see her walking down the stairs, smiling, carrying a pie tin. She walks up.
"Wow, you came back!"
"I can't believe i baked you a pie."
"You baked me a pie!"
"It's a Swedish Apple pie."
[speechless]
"Wow, i get out at 9, we need to hang out."
"I can't...."
"You can't?"
"I know... I'm leaving at 3."
"Oh, ok, where for?"
"Ohio..."
"Ohio?!... For how long?"
"Long... I'm going back home, i have school, a job, i was just visiting."
"No... Stay longer. Stay another week, stay another day."
"I can't..."
I lift off the tinfoil on the pie and find "Enjoy," a smiley face, and her email address.
"Come to Ohio. Call me."
"I will. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Well, i won't be there for a week. But you should come."
I get her number, and we both stand there, smiling at each other, helpless. It was one of the most beautiful, saddest experiences i can remember. Finally, she turned around, and left. I watched her walk up the stairs knowing i'd never see her again for a long time.
on the second day, the most beautiful girl i've ever seen walks in.
I've been able to keep composure lately, so when a really cute girl comes in or walks by, i do alright. But this time, there was no consoling me. I could barely breathe, my chest was pounding, i couldn't even pay attention to the order.
But she was with her mother, so that helped. I figured nothing's happening, so i could relax. Besides, i didn't think i had a chance with this girl. But still, i was having trouble concentrating.
Anyway, they place their order, walk upstairs, and walk out to eat at the outdoor tables. Ten minutes later, their order's up. Quesadilla. So, i decide to bring it out for them (something we don't do normally do), just to catch another glimpse. I bring it up, only to realize i forgot everything else. Silverware, napkins, the Nachos they ordered too. So, naturally, i say: "DAAHHHHH!"
And i walk back downstairs with her mother consoling me, patting my back, and saying i'd done a good job anyway.
So she gets the food and all and i stay downstairs, laughing at how horribly i'd pulled that off. There's a big lull, no one's coming in. So i start fantasizing. Maybe, maybe this girl will come back down, saying she needed the bathroom, to give me her number. Maybe, maybe, she'll come down and talk.
She comes down. I'm blown away.
"Dahhhh?"
"yeah, can i get more sour cream?"
"Sour Cream!"
So i give her some sour cream, which costs 37 cents, and she puts her hand out, holding something under it.
"Dahhhh?"
"Here"
"What?"
"It's 30 cents, right?"
"Uhh, well, uhm, yeah, oh, ok. Right."
I get her change and she smiles and walks back out.
So now i'm dying. My chest is pounding, i'm amazed i wasn't sweating.
A half an hour goes by. So now i think they're gone. After that long at the tables, people usually leave. So, i can focus. I can work. I can think. I can breathe.
They come back down.
WHAT! Why's this girl STILL here? I'm dying, just dying. She walks into the bathroom. My fantasy rolls back. Bathroom?.. Bathroom! Ok, keep it together. She's just using the bathroom. Settle down. Her mom's right there. Nothing's gonna happen. So, she comes back out, and her mom goes in. She stands! Right there, in front of me, Waiting! Waiting for something, waiting for conversation, waiting to talk. Right there!
Nothing. I had Nothing. I was blown away. I couldn't think of anything.
Then, she opens conversation. The rest is really a blur. She said her name was Andrea, she was just visiting, came from Ohio, and was leaving the next day. I asked what she was doing that night.
"Baking a pie."
"A pie?"
"An apple pie."
"You should bake me a pie!"
"... What? Bake you a pie?..."
"Yeah, i bet if you baked me a pie it would probably be the best pie i ever had."
"Probably."
She smiles, i'm speechless.
"What time do you get out?"
"DAAHHHH TEN MINUTES"
"Oh, it won't be ready yet. I need to leave with my aunt (turns out the mother's the aunt) and bake it."
"I can wait!"
"Well... What time do you work tomorrow?"
"One... One, right? One? One. Anytime after one."
"Well, i'll bring you in a slice."
Her aunt comes out.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Wow, yeah, i'll see you tomorrow!"
They leave.
I find out i'm not working till two the next day, so i obviously just show up at one.
I wait. Now i'm thinking, she's just visiting, it would have been nice, but she's not gonna drive back from essex to give me a slice of pie. Oh man, oh well. Oh well.
At about 2:30, the taqueria's dead. I see her walking down the stairs, smiling, carrying a pie tin. She walks up.
"Wow, you came back!"
"I can't believe i baked you a pie."
"You baked me a pie!"
"It's a Swedish Apple pie."
[speechless]
"Wow, i get out at 9, we need to hang out."
"I can't...."
"You can't?"
"I know... I'm leaving at 3."
"Oh, ok, where for?"
"Ohio..."
"Ohio?!... For how long?"
"Long... I'm going back home, i have school, a job, i was just visiting."
"No... Stay longer. Stay another week, stay another day."
"I can't..."
I lift off the tinfoil on the pie and find "Enjoy," a smiley face, and her email address.
"Come to Ohio. Call me."
"I will. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Well, i won't be there for a week. But you should come."
I get her number, and we both stand there, smiling at each other, helpless. It was one of the most beautiful, saddest experiences i can remember. Finally, she turned around, and left. I watched her walk up the stairs knowing i'd never see her again for a long time.