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As I said, I haven't been writing much lately. This is a first draft, and I am not pretending that it is of professional quality This story was actually written from a writing exercise book.
Danny stared at Rebecca through the small window in the diner kitchen. She wore a navy blue business suit with matching high heels. The waitress had already brought her coffee. Danny loved the way that Rebecca slowly sipped her coffee and gently dabbed her mouth with the diner's paper napkins. It made him laugh.
Even before the waitress brought him the order slip, Danny began cracking eggs. She always ordered an omlette. She ordered different omlettes different times. Rebecca wasn't completely predictable. She had a mind of her own. Danny liked that. The waitress handed him the slip. He added ham, mushrooms, and shredded cheddar cheese to the small bowl. He stared at her again through the window before throwing the eggs on the grill.
As the eggs set up, he put two slices of wheat bread in the toaster before adding the ingredients to the eggs. He loved cooking. He loved the diner. He loved Rebecca. He didn't have much money or worldly success, but he loved life. He hoped that he would spend his life with Rebecca.
Instead of putting the finished order through the window as he usually did, Danny walked through the kitchen swinging door with the plate. He wore his white apron over his holely concert shirt and ripped greasy jeans.
There were only two other tables occupied in the dining room. He said hello to the four elderly women by name and called the middle aged business man "sir". The waitress smiled at him before he made his way to Rebecca who was intently reading the paper.
He put his arm on her shoulder as he put her plate in front of her.
"Hey, how are you doing, Rebecca?" he asked smiling.
She looked up from her paper. "Oh hey, Danny." She smiled brightly with happiness.
Danny smiled even broader and slowly sat down, looking intently at her. "Rebecca, I have something to ask you." He rummaged through his pockets.
As her usuual oblivious self, she asked "What?" in her usuaul anxious tone whenever she was caught off guard.
"REbecca, will you marry me?" he asked pulling out a half carrat diamond ring.
The waitress, old women, and business man all stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on the cook and the well kept business woman.
"Oh gosh, Danny!" Rebecca exclaimed obviously alarmed.
"What, don't you like the ring?" he asked unsure of why his proposal made her so scared.
"Oh Danny, I wish that I could, but..."she began.
"But what?" he asked with slight anger.
"Well, look at you? she said obviously shaken.
"I don't get it. Since when aren't I good enough for you. I thought that you accepted me as I am, " he said standing up. "I was good enough for you to hang out with. I was good enough for you to get high with. I was good enough for you to fuck!" he said raising his voice louder with each statement.
The old women stared at them with their mouths open in shock. The waitress overflowed the businessman's coffee cup.
"Danny, I love you. You are more than good enough for me. My parents though. They don't," she paused as her eyes welled up with tears.
"Fuck your parents!" he yelled.
"They'll disown me. They'll write me out of their will," she said.
"Yeah, I should have figured that a girl like you would choose money over me. That's all that matters to people like that. I thought that you were different, Rebecca, but I guess that I was wrong." He paused. "Fuck you!"
"Danny, calm down," the waitress said.
"Fuck you too!" he yelled. "Fuck all this!" He exited the restaurant slamming the door behind him.
Rebecca put her head beside her still warm breakfast as she flooded the table with tears, One of the old women sat beside her. "I do love him, you know. I love him so much."
"Danny's a good boy. He'd make a good husband. It's just too bad," the old woman sasid.
"I don't have a choice," she said.
"Danny chooses to work here, even though he's the smartest guy in town. He chooses to love you even though we all advised him against it. Danny does what he likes. He's his own person. What you see is what you get." She paused and put her arm on the crying younger woman. "And you. We all saw an arrogant rich girl who cared more about success than people. Danny said that he got to know the real you though and that you were so much more than any of us saw. Danny's just angry because he hates to be wrong."
"You are not making me feel better," Rebecca said.
"I don't think that you should," the old woman said getting up from the table. "Danny isn't just a piece of machinery for your comfort."
Rebecca sat in silence eating her omlet, so delicious, so good. Then it was gone.
Danny walked back into the diner in silence.
"Danny," Rebecca called. "I'll talk to my parents."
Danny shook his head and walked back into the kitchen.
She looked at her watch and put money on the table. She got up and walked out the door.
Danny stared at her through the wondow. He smiled before scraping the grill.
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