The walk to Mel’s diner gave us time to adjust to being together in daylight in public as a couple again. I caught glimpses of people staring at us. An elderly woman with a suitcase walking alongside a clearly homeless man.Plan Gardens
And I realized how we must look to the outside world. Two people who didn’t belong together from different social classes, different circumstances.
But they were wrong. We belonged together more than any couple I’d ever known.
Mel’s diner was exactly what you’d expect from its name. Cracked vinyl boos, fluorescent lighting that flickered occasionally, and coffee that had probably been sitting in the pot since midnight, but it was warm, and the waitress who seated us had kind eyes that didn’t judge our appearance.
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“Two coffees, and we’ll look at the menu,” Blaine told her. And I appreciated that he was taking charge of small decisions.
