“You look so sad.” Her words cut through my thoughts like a butcher knife.
“Huh?!” Oh, no I’m fine.” Still a little dazed, I absentmindedly began gathering the used tea bag and sugar packets off the table.
She reached out her hand to accept my trash. “Would you like another hot tea?” She asked.
“Um, no..no thanks…I think I’m good.” “Uh, who are you?”
“I can tell you have something on your mind. Why don’t you let me help you.” She completely ignored my question.
“Help me with what?” I asked. Trying to appear perfectly calm.
“Decisions like these are difficult, but you already know the answer. You’ve always known the answer. Trust yourself.” She laid her hand on my shoulder and it felt chilling yet eerily familiar.
“I’m not sure,” I stuttered, “I just don’t want to make the wrong choice.” Wait, I suddenly realized she knew what I was thinking. “How do you know…”
“Just trust yourself.” She said quickly and walked away.
Just then Randy, my waiter, walked up. “Can I get you another hot tea?” He asked.
“What…where..the young lady, where’d she go?” I asked Randy, frantically looking around.
“Excuse me?” he said
“The waitress I was just talking to, where’d she go.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, I’m the only server here at the moment.”