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exchanging conversation with Miss Cathy, there sat at one of
our tables was John. When my eyes met his my heart stopped for a second, how
long had he been there? Was it really him? So many questions rushing through my
mind and before anything made sense he smiled at me. John smiled… at me.
    Before I could gather myself he walked
over to the bar.
“You know, I hear there’s this thing called food that you serve here.” It was
an incredibly smug sentence he threw my way, not that I minded in the
slightest. His piercing eyes and charming smile made every woman in the diner
swoon, suddenly all eyes were on us and John looked like he wanted it that way.
    “What would you like?” It’s all I could
really respond with. It was almost instant, I wish I’d said something different
at first but the outcome was still wonderful.
    “Well first of all I’d like a burger;
secondly I’d like to know what time you finish tonight. Any order would be
fine.” There was a universal gasp throughout the diner.
    Mutterings of ‘isn’t he married’ and
things similar were spoken quite loudly throughout although none of this seemed
to phase the handsome, white male standing in-front of me. I wanted to say yes
right away but there was enough stereotypes going around thanks to his wife.
    “No sir, I don’t think that wise. I’ll
get your burger for you.” I tried to walk away as I felt my heart flutter
inside but John reached over and grabbed my wrist. It wasn’t aggressive, it was
gentle but it kept me still long enough for him to continue his pursuit.
    “May I have a reason as to why I can’t
visit you when you finish?” The reason appeared to be pretty obvious to
everyone except John.
    “Because sir, you’re a married man.”
    Suddenly that harmless expression on
John’s face turned to one of rage and anger. He turned his head to a silent
room and began to yell out so that everyone in the diner could hear him.
    “You may have heard a few things about
me these last few weeks but I assure every single person here that I am a free
man. The woman who claims otherwise is called Amy and she is my ex-wife. We are
divorced, make of it what you will but I was never a happy man with her. She only
looks for gossip and money, all else be damned to that woman.” He turned his
head back to me once more –
    “And now that it’s all settled Miss, I
would very much like to see you later.”
    I agreed without hesitation. He should
be here any moment now… I’ll write to you tomorrow.
    March 11 th 1982.
    I think I’m in love… Is that ridiculous?
    Last night John arrived almost an hour
after I finished work, I thought he wasn’t going to show but just as Miss Cathy
made me that comforting banana milkshake and served me a plate of fires – there
was John. Stood in a suit, looking as handsome as ever and with a bouquet of
lilies. I forgave his lateness instantly.
    Miss Cathy left me the keys to lock up
and the two of us stayed in the diner seeing as we already had food cooking.
Sat at one of the tables and staring back and forth to each other the room was
soon filled with laughter and questions. I wanted to know everything about my
hero and he wanted to know everything about me. I’d never felt such a
connection, such a spark with a man I’d only just met. He went from being a
stranger to the only thing I could think about in moments.
    One of his questions stood out more than
most –
“Why Texas, I don’t mean to offend but we don’t exactly hold a good record when
it comes to race.”
    “Because I’m not afraid of proving
myself.” It was all I could respond with – it was the only answer that really
meant anything.
    I think John liked my response – I’m
sure he did because moments later he was reaching over the table, half of his
suit landing in mustard and embracing my lips with his own. I’d never felt
anything like it, that jolt of passion that tore through my insides and left me
breathless as he pulled