Two booths at Waffle House other than mine.
One has two couples, four friends.
I'll admit that I'm nosy when it comes to people watching, so I listen to them.
Dropping serious discussion topics for college seniors.
"His career." "Starting a family." "Saving money."
Both girls had rings on their fingers.
Recently engaged.
No physical interaction? His arm is halfway draped around her on the edge of the booth. One girl grabs her fiance's arm during the conversation.
But rings on fingers mean's love. They're in love?
Planning for the future. Homes, jobs, careers, families, bank accounts, forms, papers, taxes.
Booth two. Have they stopped staring at each other since they walked in?
Enormous, goofy grins.
He keeps stepping on her toes under the table, on purpose.
She kicks him back.
He jokes about something quietly, she bursts with the most annoying, loving laughter.
He smiles and can't help but chuckle at her.
Her face crinkles in a playful, posed frown, but she knows why he's laughing at her.
She knows how he feels, she knows she makes him smile.
The all leave.
First the two couples, then the one.
Six people leaving.
Three men pay checks.
Two of the men shake hands.
Two of the women hug and say, "Goodbye!"
Two cars driving off to plan their lives.
But one guy and one girl laugh and stumble off to their car.
He gives her a push and runs off, slowly, as if he wanted to be caught.
She catches him, punches him. He lifts her in the air. And they laugh.
Rings are metal and rocks. "Engaged" and "fiancee" are words, created by people.
But love is love, and romance is romance. Feelings are feelings, more than words, actions.
Second booth, please."
One has two couples, four friends.
I'll admit that I'm nosy when it comes to people watching, so I listen to them.
Dropping serious discussion topics for college seniors.
"His career." "Starting a family." "Saving money."
Both girls had rings on their fingers.
Recently engaged.
No physical interaction? His arm is halfway draped around her on the edge of the booth. One girl grabs her fiance's arm during the conversation.
But rings on fingers mean's love. They're in love?
Planning for the future. Homes, jobs, careers, families, bank accounts, forms, papers, taxes.
Booth two. Have they stopped staring at each other since they walked in?
Enormous, goofy grins.
He keeps stepping on her toes under the table, on purpose.
She kicks him back.
He jokes about something quietly, she bursts with the most annoying, loving laughter.
He smiles and can't help but chuckle at her.
Her face crinkles in a playful, posed frown, but she knows why he's laughing at her.
She knows how he feels, she knows she makes him smile.
The all leave.
First the two couples, then the one.
Six people leaving.
Three men pay checks.
Two of the men shake hands.
Two of the women hug and say, "Goodbye!"
Two cars driving off to plan their lives.
But one guy and one girl laugh and stumble off to their car.
He gives her a push and runs off, slowly, as if he wanted to be caught.
She catches him, punches him. He lifts her in the air. And they laugh.
Rings are metal and rocks. "Engaged" and "fiancee" are words, created by people.
But love is love, and romance is romance. Feelings are feelings, more than words, actions.
Second booth, please."
Second booth, please indeed.
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