Taken by Karice Bolton Page A

newcomer.  
    “Is there anything else you need or are you all set?”  I asked, unable to hide my grin.  They nodded their heads and off I went. 
    Finally, I was about to arrive at the table of life.  The euphoria was beginning to set in as I saw a glow radiating from the table.  Prismatic colors were dancing off the walls around them.  Recognizing another side effect of my sleep deprivation, hallucinations, I just moved towards them.  I had to meet the newcomer.  It was like a magnet was pulling me over to him.  I was certain that the others at his table noticed, but I didn’t even care now.  I went to the bar, grabbed some silverware as an excuse, and walked to the table of the night.
    “Is there anything else I can get right now for you guys or are you doing ok?”
    When the newcomer looked up at me for the first time, my heart began racing.  He had the same hypnotizing eyes as the others.  Only that was merely the beginning.  His skin was an exquisite shade of ivory, showing slightly that he had missed a day of shaving.  His features were so striking that they almost matched his startling eyes, which were outlined with such thick lashes that it made his green eyes stand out even more than the other two at the table.  He was looking at me with such kindness and had a familiarity about him that I couldn’t place.  Secretly wondering if he could have been in one of my dreams, I did my best to keep the foolishness at bay that kept creeping in at such a preposterous notion.  I wanted to clear the room and sit in front of him and do nothing but literally stare at the exquisite being in front of me. 
    I glanced at the couple to get my mind elsewhere only that didn’t work out so well.  I still felt the charge.  However, this time I was certain it was coming directly from him.  He continued to gaze at me when suddenly I realized that he was talking.  His lips were moving, but I had no idea what he was saying.  His voice was the most soothing and comforting sound, like a song.  I had to get control of myself.
    “I’m so sorry,” I spoke from an unknown strength from within, “I need you to repeat what you said.”
    I could feel myself start to blush and went with it.  I obviously couldn’t be in control of myself around these people and gave up.  It’s not like I would see them again.  Plus, I wasn’t known for being the most eloquent anyway.
    “Hey, no sweat.  We were hoping for a pitcher of Whistler Ale and three glasses.”  He smiled at me as if he were half relieved, almost as if he were in on a secret I wasn’t privy to.  I did my best to try to place him from either one of my dreams or possibly around Whistler but fell flat.  I was also mostly certain that I recognized a bit of excitement in his voice, but that didn’t make any sense either.  Beer wasn’t that exciting, and I surely wasn’t either.  It must have to do with whatever they were speaking about before I arrived at their table, just an interrupted conversation I wandered into.
    “Sounds good. I’ll bring those right out.”  I spun around and went to the bar, excited by this new communication and secretly hoping that they would be at the restaurant all night.