Friday, November 25, 2011

Bronwyn Week 79: Breakfast At Main Street Cafe

Bronwyn Keith

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Breakfast At Main Street Cafe

This is the continuation of a story that was started:

Bronwyn Keith Week 62: New Beginnings

Bronwyn Week 63: New Beginnings Part 2

Wearing a brand new pair of Wranglers she got from the feed store along with a t-shirt, Aimee walked in to the small Main Street Cafe. She smiled as she looked around the familiar restaurant. Her grandfather would take her to the Cafe for milkshakes. The vinyl covering the booths, and bar stools was the same sixties olive green it was when she was a child.

“Morning. Have a seat where ever you'd like.” A friendly voice called from the kitchen door. A smiling blonde woman with a t-shirt, jeans, and an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Aimee responded and selected a booth by one of the many windows and sat down. Over the window to the kitchen was a black board with the breakfast specials listed on it. After deciding on the pancakes, Aimee pulled a deck of Bicycle brand of playing cards.

"What can I get ya?" The friendly woman from the back asked as she walked up to the table. Her name tag said her name was Kris. Aimee smiled.

"I'll take the pancake meal and some black coffee please." Aimee said.

"Okay, I'll let Mark know and bring over your coffee." Kris smiled. "By the way, my name is Kris. Just holler if you need somethin."

"Nice to meet you, Kris. I'm Aimee." They smiled at each other before Kris hurried off to put in Aimee's order.

Aimee grabbed the cards and started shuffling them. She always had a deck in her purse. She laid out a game of solitaire, just like her grandmother taught her. While she studied the cards, Kris brought over her coffee.

"I don't think I've seen anyone play a game of solitaire with cards in years."

"I know it's antiquated, but you can't cheat on the computer version." Aimee said smiling at Kris. Kris laughed and turned back to the counter to help one of the customers sitting there. Concentrating on her cards, Aimee didn't hear the bell on the door to announce another customer had come in.

"Is it okay if I sit with you?" A soft, male voice asked. Aimee looked up at the question to see Adam standing next to the table.

"Sure." She said, smiling shyly. "I'm surprised you aren't at the farm."

"A man needs to eat." He said as he slid in to the booth across from her. "And I hoped to see you again before you left town.”

"I've decided to stay a few days. I'm staying at the bed and breakfast." Aimee started gathering the cards, to put them away.

"Adam! Why are you here so early in the day?" Kris asked as she came over to the table, with another cup of coffee for him. "And how do you know our visitor?" Adam stood and gave Kris a hug.

"Hi, Kris. Aimee is old Mr Johnson's grand-daughter. She visited the farm early this morning." He explained as he sat back down. "I also decided that I wanted more than just cereal this morning."

"Well, what do you want?" Kris asked.

"I'll have what ever Aimee ordered." He winked at Aimee after his order, which surprised her. Guys don't flirt with her. They usually avoided her.

"I'll take care of it." Kris said before giving him a knowing smile and walking away.

"So, what do you have planned to do while you are here?" Adam asked as he sat back in the booth looking her over.

"I planned on doing some sight seeing, reading, and relaxing." Aimee said as she cupped her coffee cup.

“You are welcome to come out to the farm while you are here.” Adam said as he lifted the cup to his lips. Aimee watched as his full lips touched the mug, remembering the feel of them on her own. Was it only a few hours since he kissed her? It felt like a life time.

“Thank you, Adam. That's very generous of you.”

“Here you go.” Kris interrupted as she brought over two plates with towering piles of pancakes and hash browns.

After a few moments of eating in silence, Aimee looked across the table at Adam, watching his strong jaw work as he ate. He looked up and smiled at her.

“I have an idea.” Adam started after pushing his empty plate tot he edge of the table. “How about you come stay at the farm with me?” Aimee just stared at him, shocked at his offer. After a few moments of trying to figure out what to say, she cleared her throat.

“I don't know, Adam.” Aimee sipped her coffee, to stall. “We really don't know each other and I don't want to impose.”

“It'll be okay. I promise.” Adam said, leaning across the table to lay his hand on top of hers. “You wouldn't be imposing. Besides, I have a few extra bedrooms.” After thinking about it a few minutes, Aimee nodded.

“Okay, but I want to help with the chores. I'm going to earn my keep.” Aimee told him. When he was ready to protest, she held up her hand. “Either that or I'm staying at the bed and breakfast. Deal?” She held her hand out to him.

“Okay, deal.” He agreed grudgingly, shaking her hand. “Shall we go get your stuff?” He stood and tossed a twenty on to the table.

“But I haven't paid.” Aimee protested.

“That will take care of it.” Adam nodded toward the cash on the table. “Let's go.” He held his hand out to her. Aimee stood and placed her hand in his and let him lead her out the door. She didn't know what the next few hours, much less how the next few days would to pan out, but she was glad she had someone to share them with.