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|Heartburn (standard:romance, 1492 words)|
|Author: Rene Amador||Added: May 18 2002||Views/Reads: 1999/1191||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|How many of us have been in a situation where things go from bad to worse, and all for a girl?|
Heartburn by Rene Amador As Xavier sat on the curb of the street with the blaze to his back the embers wafted on the air and slowly fell to the ground, extinguished before they hit the pavement of the sidewalk and street. The smell of propane rolled out and seemed it would linger hours after the fire was out. The fire department was in full force and tried their best to prevent the fire from spreading next door to the bookshop. Xavier just sat there on the curb dumbfounded with his head in his hands. The only thing he could do was mull over the events leading up to the fire. He had to tell the insurance agent something. Usually Xavier worked the dinner shift at the diner. He liked it but not so much as to make it a career. The pay was good and it fit into his schedule that he liked to keep for himself. On this particular day he was scheduled to pull a double shift. Anthony was out of town and he had asked Xavier weeks ago if he could cover his shift. Xavier never worked the breakfast shift but Anthony assured him that it was no different than the dinner shift just that it was in the morning instead of the evening. Xavier agreed, but a week before that day, he had made plans to go to a concert, the Screeching Banshees, his favorite band of all time. Last minute plans were what he lived for, but due to the popularity of the band he had to buy the tickets in advance. The night before the concert he got a note from Anthony at the diner reminding him of their switch. Xavier slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead with such a force it sounded like thunder clapping. It had slipped his mind. Well, he decided to go to the concert still and just go through with the double shift without any sleep. How hard could it be, he thought. The concert lasted until four in the morning. That left Xavier with about three hours of sleep before the diner opened. It wasnít enough sleep in his opinion so he drove his car to the diner after the concert and slept in his car parked in the lot. The next morning he woke up and opened shop for the day. About fifteen minutes later in walked the reason he took over the shift for that day for Anthony. Catherine was the waitress that worked the morning shift. Even in a waitress uniform she was a knockout. One would think that she walked right out of a magazine, but she didnít look like one of those runway models. This was a woman, the original that had tempted Adam so many years ago in the garden of paradises. So beautiful, so woman, so money that she put Eve to shame. The kicker, she was single. How in this day and age a woman like Catherine was single defied all the explanations that modern science could offer. She strolled through the door and dropped her jacket and purse on the coat rack going into the kitchen. Xavier had always kept an eye out for Catherine. Not only was she beautiful but also great to talk to, a combination found in a woman that seemed to beat all the odds. She was the total package. Xavier had made it a point not to make the wrong impression on her. Although she was great, she had one major flaw: her temper. She was known to fly off the handle every now and then. To this day, she will not take an order for chicken parmesan no matter how much someone pleads with her. Xavier made some small talk with her to ease into the shift until people started coming into the diner. That morning was a busy one. Cooking the orders was no problem. The problem was cooking all of those orders either simultaneously or right after one another. Omelets followed pancakes and french toast with the occasional steak and eggs. Xavier cooked almost non-stop the whole morning and part of the afternoon. Finally when there was a lull in the customer flow he had a chance to talk to Catherine more. They talked for a few minutes until Xavier gave her a compliment. He must have phrased it incorrectly because she slapped him across the face and walked away. Even hours after that slap he could feel the stinging sensation on his cheek. Odd, he thought. The dinner shift was more of the same with the substitution of dinner platters and sandwiches. Eventually the flow of people dwindled down to a trickle and they stopped coming in all together. Xavier finally had a chance to apologize for what she thought he said. All through the shift he ran the speech through his mind so that it didnít sound rehearsed. After locking the front door and taking the trash out he approached Catherine as she gathered her belongings and started to make her way Click here to read the rest of this story (57 more lines)
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