Personally, I love anything that make me feel 10-years-old again: soft serve vanilla ice cream, riding my beach cruiser, and innocent puppy love.
Mel's Diner
Just parked. I wrote in the text message my cell phone in hand. Where u at?
The parking lot was dark lit only by the florescent lights which shown from the restaurants floor to ceiling windows. I spotted Cam before he saw me. He stood up from a table of twenty and walked towards the front door. I smiled and felt my pace quicken as I walked to meet him. It had been over two years since we last saw each other. Two years since we snuggle up in a blanket on the floor delirious from a lack of sleep and too much alcohol.
"Wow," He said. His checks blushed and he wore the smile of a 7th grader. "You look amazing." His hair was darker than I remembered but still styled in rocker spikes hardened from gel and hairspray. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. We hugged for what felt like half an hour, and his body felt like a security blanket pressed against mine.
"Let's get a table," he said pulling back to look at my face again. "He kissed my cheek and then threaded his fingers between mine and led the way.
"Is this okay?" he asked pointing to a both in the middle of the restaurant.
I nodded and asked, "Can I sit next to you?" He slid over without hesitating and patted the cushion next to him signaling for me to sit. I slide in close and rested my head on his shoulder. My legs swung back and forth under the table, the same way I did when I was a ten and my feet did not reach the floor. The smell of French fries filled the air and bright florescent lights burned my tired eyes, but there was something about this man that made me feel as if we were sitting on the side of a dock counting stars and fireflies.
"Grilled Cheese," The waitress said placing the plate of food in front of him. She was wearing a 50 style uniform and chewing a piece of gum so intensely, I could here her from ten feet away.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked bringing a French fry to his mouth.
"I am sure," I said reach across his plate for a fry. "I will just have some of yours."