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I am refilling condiments and shakers when a guy with close-cropped sandy hair and hypnotic blue eyes sits in my section.
“What are you having?” I ask.
“Coffee. Breakfast #2. You.”
I glare. He smiles; it’s like a laser cutting through my armor so I laugh instead.
“Can you sit?”
I glance around. “I shouldn’t.”
“For a minute? I’m to Nam tomorrow.”
I never do this, but tonight I do. He’s lonely; I feel his nerves echoing.
We meet when I’m off.
In a moment I fall in love.
In a similar moment he’s gone.