Chapter 5 Seeing her agsin

• JAMARCUS' POV
• My search for food sent me all the way to the target supermarket that was on the far end of the town.
• I go in there and do some window shopping and make a list of things that I would be needing at the food court before going in and getting some of my groceries.
• I only get part of it because I know come Monday, Veronica my housekeeper would get the remainder of the things that I was not able to get.
• Feeling satisfied with myself, I head into the parking lot to load my purchases in the trunk of my car before I hope on into the driver's seat.
• As I settle in behind my steering wheel my stomach makes it's presence known to the world by grumbling loudly.
• I bend over, place a hand over it and mutter to myself under my breath the words "Oh would you calm down already? You are making it seem like I actually starved you."
• And it was as though my stomach had heard me because it responds with an even louder grumble.
• Which makes me throw my head back in laughter. "Okay… okay. Fine food coming right up. I can't promise that it would be five star though."
• I raised my head sheepishly to stare out my windscreen, I sincerely hoped no one was looking at me at this moment because I was sure that I looked like a crazy person.
• I quickly drive myself to the nearest food joint which just happened to be a local mom and pop joint that had just recently opened up shop right outside the grocery store.
• The acrid smell of burnt fries pervade my nostrils as I set foot on to the grounds of the diner and for some strange reason the smell seems comforting to me.
• I take a seat at one of the far corner of the diner. From where I was seating, I could see the entire lay out of the entire dinner. I liked this placement because I could observe people in the natural habitat…okay not natural habitat but it was still fun to watch them. Right from when I was younger this had always been favourite activity to do. Sometimes right after college I would pack a bag full of food and other necessary utilities before proceeding to the park bench that was beside my apartment and use it as a means to destress.
• It always manages to facinate me how we humans interact with each other and work as a group. It was something that till this day I still found useful in my day to day work.
• From my view i could see different families sprinkled around the dinner in varying orders and they were all busy. Some looked happy, some looked downright depressed and some looked they would rather be anywhere but by but some magical twist of faith they were still there.
• A friendly waiter who introduced herself as Gia came up to me and handed me the menu. She was a pretty young lass who looked like she was just fresh out of highschool and she had quite a bright smile.
• "So sir what would you be having today?" She asked when she came around to take my order. She bats her eyelashes at me and gives me a sweet cherry smile.
• It is at this point that I realize that she must have taken a fancy to me and the knowledge of this news does nothing for me. I don't know if it was because of my recent luck with relationships or maybe it was because right from time I had never quite felt the same urge that kids of my age had felt towards the opposite sex. To me, girls had never really interested me until I had gotten out of college not to mention the fact that she was ten years younger than me did not exactly sure with me.
• "Uhmm…what do you guys have as your house special? Anything you would recommend me trying?"
• "Hmmm… What do you think of pancakes?"
• "Pancakes? Really?"
• "What? They are still America's number one food when it comes to breakfast. Besides even though it was made from the box brand it is was still by made with love."
• "Hmm, love you say. Why does that not convince me?" I say giving her a wink and earning a giggle from her in tow "You drive a heard bargain but okay…fine by me."
• "Sure one…fluffy from the box made pancakes coming right up." She says and she leaves me once more.
• I turn my attention back to the sight before me and surveyed the dinner again.
• My eyes must have been playing tricks on me because there were not that many people around like I had initially thought, I'm guessing that people that had not quite gotten out of bed not to talk of even considering breakfast. In the far end of the room was a little family of three all huddled together eating breakfast….or at least they tried to. The little one that was with them was making a mess by burying her fingers in what looked to be shepherd's pie and splaying them all over. Some had gotten on the side of her face while some had gotten on to her parents. I could see how cheerful her hand work had made her because she clapped her hands in front of her with glee and the sheer in her eyes excitement was clear enough for everyone to see. I had half expected for her parents to flare up and scold her at least but they just laugh it off.
• The mother bends over to scoop the little girl into her arms and places her in between her and the girl's father. The girl is unhappy for a few seconds and is about to start crying when her mother reached into her pocket and offers her daughter her phone which she grabs greedily. This satisfies her somehow and she is occupied with it for a while, she even goes as far as to reach up and show her mother what it was she was doing on the phone. She does this and when she notices that she does not have her mother's attention she pulls on her mother's hair.
• Looking at the sight I could not help but smile, children were God's gift but they were honestly major pain in the ass when they want to be but nonetheless I would trade anything just to have one of my own.
• I watch them for a while when the waitress comes back a few minutes later with my food.
• I thank her and wait for her to leave but she does not seem to get the hint because she folds the tray in and tries to make small talk.
• "So uhm…you don't look like you are from around these parts. Where are you from?"
• "Texas." I reply hoping that if I reply with single worded answers she would get fed up and leave.
• "Wow Texas, the only place where going big or go home is socially approved."
• I give her a small smile but do not reply. She takes my silence as an answer and continues on.
• "I have always wanted to go there… well to be honest I always wanted to travel the world but considering college and everything, it seems more and more like a far fetched dream. Life does not go according to plan either.
• It would not make sense if I did not get to enjoy all the little sights if was always too busy to-" she pauses abruptly when she realizes that I was not paying attention to her "…and you probably want the crazy rambling weirdo to stop talking so that you can finally dig into your food."
• "No! It's fine please stay." I try to placate her, already feeling like an ass for being rude to her.
• Sometimes I feel like I need a personality reboot…
• "No it is okay man…I will just go bug that seemingly nice couple over there. Judging by the little hellion that they call a child, I am pretty sure that my presence would be a really needed breath of fresh air." She says causing me to laugh before whipping her hair over her shoulders.
• "It was nice meeting you anyway. Bye then." She says then moves away.
• Once she's gone I dig into my food, just like she had mention before it was definitely was not homemade. If my taste buds had any thing to say about it then I was more than willing to bet that it was made straight out of Betty crocker's pancake box set but considering the fact that I had next to nothing to eat through out yesterday, I was more than happy to eat it.
• I had made my way through my food and was almost done when a shock of jet black hair catches my eyes. There was nothing particular or shocking about it but it was the length of it. It was long and distinctive and my eyes zeroed in on who it could be when my eyes noticed a pair of tortoise shell glasses.
• Wait a minute I've seen them before….
• I ponder on this for a while when it suddenly hits me, just a little over twelve hours ago these same glasses housed dark grey eyes that were filled to brim with fury.
• These glasses belonged to the strange woman that had almost brought down my company yesterday…she was here