Boogaloos Cafe, San Francisco
She is 'urban' cute. And she draws a heart around the total of my check. I start to think, just maybe she communicates in symbols. I am a suburbia guy, unaware, maybe this is how it goes down with these city folk? So I causally stare at the check on the table next to me, did she do the same for that guy too? Is the heart just her hospitality trademark? I can almost make it out, it appears to be another shape, his does not have the arches of the heart, but I can't be sure. Just as I re-focus for a second look the guy reconsiders the lie of his bill and refolds it tightly three or four times before replacing it on the table. The money hangs out through the folds, that is all I can see now. Shit. The dude lays his head back and closes his eyes while he waits for her to retrieve it and relieve him of his post. The waitress is in the kitchen taking a break, drinking tea. I turn and realize the average looking girl who I thought would eye me up is pregnant.
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