forum The Man and His Assistant (CLOSED)

Started January 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I said not to be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong.", he told her firmly.

"I caused a scene," she mumbled. "What was that? You either say something, or you don't, Robin. Never mumble."

"So? You're never going to see those people again." Always act like you're going to see someone again… He couldn't let her life be led by the rules.

She sighed. "Fine. Shouldn't we get something to eat now?" She was just glad that the nightmare was over and tried not to think about landing in the next airport.

"Good idea. Follow me." He started walking.

She did as told. Calm down, calm down, she told herself, trying to slow her racing heart.

"Here it is.", he said with a smile. It was an old looking restaurant with a jukebox and waitresses on rollerskates. "I promise, it's really good!"

Robin looked around. "Vintage…" she murmured.

"Yes, indeed!" The memories… He sat down at a table for two.

She sat across from him, her eyes still taking the place in.

A waitress skated up to them. "What would you like for drinks? She looked at Robin.

"Oh, um, water's fine," she replied.

"I'll have a water, no ice." The waitress writes down their orders. "Thank you!", she says as she rollerskates away.
"Cool, right?", he asks Robin.

"Yeah," she sighed, looking around. The sounds, the colors… She looked back at Isaac. "So you're not mad then? About what happened with security?"

"I'm not mad! I was just worried." We really could use a vacation.

She nodded. "Understandable. That's how most people are. They want to know what's wrong with me." She absently fiddled with her hair, winding it around her finger over and over.

"There's nothing wrong with you. I like you the way you are." He gave a small smile.

She looked over at him with a soft gaze. "Really?"

"Of course, friend." The waitress sat their drinks on the table. "Thank you.", he told her.

Friend… Just friend? Stop it! she scolded herself. "Thank you," Robin added for the waitress.

He took a sip of his water and slid a menu to her. "Everything's good here."

"What do you like?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I like the pulled pork sandwich and fries. And sometimes I get the onion rings. For desert, you have to get the rootbeer float. Literally the best rootbeer ever. They make their own here.", he gushed. He remembered how his grandpa used to take him here. They would always get a rootbeer float. It was like tradition.

Robin noticed how enthusiastic he was. "You come here often?" she asked with a smile.

"I did. My grandpa would take me. Happiest memories of my life were wit him." He looked distant.