Breakfast Lust Story

A short story…about breakfast!

She had a crush on the waiter at her local café.

It was impossible not too.

He possessed a curly mop of hair, unruly, untamed, his skin was olive and he towered over her, she liked men who were taller than her.

Then there was his accent ( which she had from good authority was Canadian) and lastly, his confidence, self belief…that was what sealed the deal…this café kid was cool.

And he knew it….

She’d been frequenting this café on and off for the past month…always hopeful that her scrambled eggs with mushrooms on the side would be delivered to her table by him.

If this wasn’t the case, she didn’t mind…she had a back up plan….she would order two coffees, one at a time, thus increasing the odds of a brief encounter.

She loved his flirtatious nature…Or was it all in her head?

On her last visit, as she perused the menu, he had approached the table.

This made is hard to concentrate…however, as a regular, she already had her mind made up ….But she kept her eyes on the menu none the less…The longer she did this, the longer he would have to stand there ( oh the elation!)

Time stood still.

She looked up, catching his gaze

As she did, she put on her best attempt at a face that implied she was confused / overwhelmed by the menu…..She called it her – What exactly should I have? Oh, please kind waiter, what would you suggest?? – face.

It worked.

‘What would you like?’ said the waiter in her direction ‘You can have WHATEVER you want’

In a split second her brain fired a primal response.

‘I’ll have YOU thanks’

And all thoughts of a scrambled eggs with a side of mushrooms vanished….instead she was being hoisted onto his broad shoulders, out of the café, off on his motorbike, heading in the direction of the sun, the sea…destination wunderlust.

She realised he was waiting…waiting for her response….she almost had to pinch herself, hadn’t she just ordered him for breakfast?

The blank look on the faces of her breakfast companions suggested it might be the case, but she eventually  interpreted their facial expression as one of dismay…‘The waiter has asked for your order, hurry up…we are hungry!’

‘ Scrambled eggs with a side of mushrooms thanks’

And in an instant he redirected his gaze, taking the remaining orders from her group…never to return.

And although her breakfast was tasty and the two long blacks hit the spot….she was filled with  regret at not giving her  primal order precedent over the request for food and beverages….

In her heart of hearts, she knew her first order  would have been far more satisfying.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Katiekate
    Oct 25, 2012 @ 03:02:31

    Love this !!! xxx


  2. Jack
    Nov 04, 2012 @ 03:45:00

    Whether on deserted beaches or over scrambled eggs, one should always listen to primal desires. The outcome could only be devistatingly authentic. Or horribly awkward. I think its worth the risk.


  3. Mixed Gems
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 13:50:46

    Fogged up my glasses! My imaginary ones, anyway.


  4. Catch Up With A Mate
    Sep 09, 2017 @ 07:00:25

    Reblogged this on Catch Up With A Mate.


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