The restaurant is small, with checkered tile that doesn’t match the faded blue of the walls. The hostess leads me to a small table in a corner and tosses a menu at me before walking away. The tattooed, pierced clientele stare at me, and I really can’t blame them. I’m a clean-cut red-blooded American boy, and I definitely look out of place in the shoddy part of town that this restaurant is in. A cloud of smoke fills the entire room, and tempts me to light a cigarette. I pull a pack of Camel Lights from the breast pocket of my jacket and strike a match. I inhale deeply and watch the cigarette smoke swirl around my head. The waitress comes with a glass of water and an ashtray, tells me that she’ll be back in a minute to take my order. I flip open the menu. I’m sure that everything here is fried in tons of grease – I can feel my arteries clogging just by breathing in here. I take a sip of water. Tap, not bottled. I’m not a rich-spoiled boy, though. If it had been Taylor, he probably wouldn’t have stood for drinking tap water. I take another look at the menu.

The bell on the door chimes, signaling the arrival of some new lonely soul. I look up, and I see her. Not just her, but her. She has dark eyes and black hair. She looks mysterious in a way that clearly signals that she’s not trying at all. My cigarette burns alone in the ashtray, and the smoke gets in my eyes, but I don’t even notice. She smiles at the hostess, and I notice that she has a tiny gap between her two front teeth, kind of like Zac. I wonder if she ever wore braces or anything. The hostess leads her to a table all of ten feet from my own. I have the perfect view of her from here, and all I can do is hope that she doesn’t notice me noticing her.

She flips open the menu and scans it quickly. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing that I am – everything here will probably clog your arteries quicker than you can say “MMMBop”…Wow, what a horrible pun. I glance at the menu again, and wonder what she'll order. She's already put her menu down, and when the waitress comes with her drink, she looks down at the menu again to give the waitress her order. She smiles and thanks her, and sips at her water. She looks around, and I wonder if she's looking for someone.

The waitress returns to my table to take my order. I haven't even thought about it, so I just look at the menu and order the first thing I see - A classic cheeseburger and fries. I can handle that. She takes my menu and smiles at me before walking away. The girl is looking in my direction, so I pick up my cigarette and try to look occupied. I randomly press buttons on my cell phone, contemplating whether or not to call Zac and see how he's doing. When I notice that she's looked away, I put my cell phone back down on the table and put out my cigarette. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail as her food arrives. A salad with a small, clear cup of what looks like Italian dressing. She smiles that smile again as she thanks the waitress. My food comes out a moment later - a small cheeseburger with lettuce and tomatoes, and french fries that shine, they're so greasy.

I focus on my food, trying not to look up at her. My cell phone rings while I'm eating, and I pick it up, listening to Taylor complain about something or another for a moment before he notices that I'm zoned out and tells me to call him back. When I hang up, the door chimes again, and I notice that she's gone. I sip at my water, thinking for a moment, mostly about how this would make a great song.

The waitress, whose name tag I finally notice reads "Virginia", smiles at me as she refills my glass of water. "Someone you know?" she asks me, nodding her head towards the door.

"No...Someone I wish I knew."