Thursday - Balcony Scene
Mar. 9th, 2006 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on my drive into work, I was thinking about a kiss. I wasn't thinking about kisses in general, but one particular kiss that Jeff and I shared early in our relationship. I woke up thinking about this kiss, and I turned to Jeff first thing and asked him if he remembered it, too. He did.
It must have been shortly after our first date, because it happened in the Italian restaurant while we were both still working there. Within two weeks of that date, Jeff quit that job after he had a disagreement with one of the managers. If I recall right, he had one of those "You can't fire me because I quit" type conversations that ended with him ripping off his apron, tossing his ticket book on the counter and marching out. The management took it in stride. They were relieved, actually. With everyone except for me, Jeff has a reputation for a short temper. The management was a little bit afraid of him. I know he's harmless and that he's all bark with no bite, but he has worked very hard to see that no one else figures this out.
The night of the kiss, we were both closing up. The floor had been cut to four waiters and only a couple of tables still had patrons camped out in them. We were straightening our tables, wiping down the salt and pepper shakers and making sure that all of the seats had a set of flatware rolled up in a dinner napkin in front of them. The booths in this restaurant lined the walls and were all raised above the floor level by three stairs. I was working in one of these raised booth areas, and Jeff was standing on the floor below me. He called me over to speak to him, and I leaned down over the low wall separating us, like a circa-1989 bleached-blond Juliet with short spiky hair and a braided rat tail, bending over my balcony to speak with my Romeo.
While I was leaning toward him, Jeff asked me for a kiss. I looked across the floor to where the manager stood and gave a shake of my head to indicate it was not a good idea. Jeff looked over at the manager, held up the tray in his hand so that it shielded our faces from the direction she where stood, and our lips met briefly behind it.
One of the other waiters said, "Uh-uh-uh" and wagged his finger at us, but he was smiling. The bartender, Alan, looked up and shook his head. He had a crush on Jeff, but knew it was a lost cause and didn't seem to hold any grudge against me. I felt myself blush. Jeff smiled and walked back to his station to finish his work. The manager looked up and gave a quizzical look, but no one said anything to clue her in on what she had missed.
I don't know why I was thinking of that kiss this morning, except that it was one of my favorite kisses ever. I'm glad Jeff remembers it, too.
It must have been shortly after our first date, because it happened in the Italian restaurant while we were both still working there. Within two weeks of that date, Jeff quit that job after he had a disagreement with one of the managers. If I recall right, he had one of those "You can't fire me because I quit" type conversations that ended with him ripping off his apron, tossing his ticket book on the counter and marching out. The management took it in stride. They were relieved, actually. With everyone except for me, Jeff has a reputation for a short temper. The management was a little bit afraid of him. I know he's harmless and that he's all bark with no bite, but he has worked very hard to see that no one else figures this out.
The night of the kiss, we were both closing up. The floor had been cut to four waiters and only a couple of tables still had patrons camped out in them. We were straightening our tables, wiping down the salt and pepper shakers and making sure that all of the seats had a set of flatware rolled up in a dinner napkin in front of them. The booths in this restaurant lined the walls and were all raised above the floor level by three stairs. I was working in one of these raised booth areas, and Jeff was standing on the floor below me. He called me over to speak to him, and I leaned down over the low wall separating us, like a circa-1989 bleached-blond Juliet with short spiky hair and a braided rat tail, bending over my balcony to speak with my Romeo.
While I was leaning toward him, Jeff asked me for a kiss. I looked across the floor to where the manager stood and gave a shake of my head to indicate it was not a good idea. Jeff looked over at the manager, held up the tray in his hand so that it shielded our faces from the direction she where stood, and our lips met briefly behind it.
One of the other waiters said, "Uh-uh-uh" and wagged his finger at us, but he was smiling. The bartender, Alan, looked up and shook his head. He had a crush on Jeff, but knew it was a lost cause and didn't seem to hold any grudge against me. I felt myself blush. Jeff smiled and walked back to his station to finish his work. The manager looked up and gave a quizzical look, but no one said anything to clue her in on what she had missed.
I don't know why I was thinking of that kiss this morning, except that it was one of my favorite kisses ever. I'm glad Jeff remembers it, too.
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Date: 2006-03-09 11:06 pm (UTC)I remember my very first kiss. Too bad it was with a less-than-memorable person.
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Date: 2006-03-10 05:55 pm (UTC)Somewhere, I bet he's still out there making every women he kisses wonder what else he's bad at...
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