Alan looked toward the door.
I thought he might leave.
Instead, he sat back down and stared at the badge.
***
I looked from the expensive watch on his wrist to the cheap red badge on the table.
“You worked here?”
Alan didn’t answer me.
Elizabeth did.
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I thought he might leave.
“For almost two years. I managed this place back then. I hired him.”
I stared at him. This was the same guy who’d called me incompetent and threatened my job over a single minute. The guy who’d smashed a plate inches from my shoes. He had once stood where I stood.
This was the same guy who’d called me incompetent.
Elizabeth turned slightly toward the far side of the diner.
“Do you remember Table Six?”
Alan shut his eyes.
Just for a second.
When he opened them again, there was something different in his face.
Not regret.
Not yet.
Recognition.
“Elizabeth, don’t.”
Alan shut his eyes.
She pointed toward the booth beside the window.
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“Table Six.”
Alan stared at it.
“I remember.”
“Good.”
She pulled out the chair across from him and sat.
“Then tell her what happened there.”
“I remember.”
Alan looked at me.
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