A Taste of Spring

Dez ordered the meaty omelet, pancakes, and coffee while Tabitha ordered fruit crepes and orange juice. The waitress grunted then turned without speaking a word. Dez found it amusing and actually laughed as the portly woman sashayed away to place the order.

"She's a sweetheart once you've tipped her," Tabitha said then shrugged.

"I bet," Dez said, as he continued to watch their waitress. He turned back to face Tabitha. "You come here often then."

"Not as much as I'd like." Tabitha moved her arm that was lying across the table to let the waitress sit a glass down.

Dez read the name tag on the silent waitress's shirt as she placed his coffee in front of him. Gene, their waitress, rolled her eyes then left. Again, without saying a word. Dez shook his head as he reached for the sugar and cream.

"Is it the friendly conversation from the staff that has you wanting more?"

"Gene didn't speak to me until after I ate at one of her tables at least half a dozen times," Tabitha smiled.

When he had his coffee just right, he took a long sip then sighed. "Well," he said, as he placed the mug back on the table, "the coffee is amazing."

with her fingers. "So, you want to talk about this angel that

a tone of finality. He heard Tabitha's laugh before

grinned, "besides, you've already

hand over

tearing apart and the piecing together of

his coffee. He was certain he would need another two cups before breakfast ended. As soon as he finished his cup, the waitress returned with their food. He motioned to his cup but

Tabitha fork cut her crepes, "do you think

know," Dez admitted. He buttered his French toast slices and proceeded to cut

"From what you've described of...her reactions, I think she was into you. Maybe life

the perfect accent to her porcelain tone. She was absolutely beautiful, had a sense of humor, and didn't seem

need a bit of distraction,

dimples women loved. "Are you volunteering to be that distraction for

Can't have the great Dezmond Rey in a funk," Tabitha said as she winked. "Your writing

of understanding, and it was something he