by Glory Lennon

Created on: October 19, 2007   Last Updated: October 23, 2007

Allison's diner was always a welcome spot for the weary traveler serving great food around the clock but what mostly brought the truckers and especially Bobby was Allison herself. She was sassy. She was sexy. She was sweet. She was to die for. And he was irrevocably in love with her. Too bad she had no clue.

He had it bad for Allison yet she was oblivious to it. But how? One of her disarming smiles was enough to knock him off his stool. He sat at his regular place at the counter gazing at her adoringly when the door jangled announcing a new customer. He turned in time to see a nice looking couple. They headed for a booth directly behind him.

"I'll be right back, Bobby." she told him as she took two menus and went to them. "Good morning, folks." she said brightly.

The couple exchanged looks then smiled. "Morning?" the man asked.

Allison shrugged. "It's passed midnight." she said.

"Is it?" the young woman said dazedly.

"Lost track of time, haven't we? You do that to me." the man said gazing fixedly into his girlfriend, wife, lover's soft brown eyes.

"Danny, you really ought to stop doing that. You make me melt." she replied dreamily. He kissed her softly.

Allison melted too watching such intensity, such devotion. They had obviously forgotten she was still there waiting for their order. She delicately cleared her throat. They drew apart slowly and glanced up at her with bedazzled expressions.

"Sorry, I'll have coffee and spearmint tea, Rebecca?" Danny asked the woman . She smiled and nodded.

"Coming right up." Allison said. Within minutes she was back and they were once again kissing between sweet murmuring. An ache started in her chest. She ignored it and placed the two cups in front of them without disturbing them. She had the sneaking suspicion their drinks were to remain untouched and allowed to grow cold.

She returned behind the counter and fiddled needlessly straightening napkin dispensers which required no attention, lining up ketchup bottles, salt and pepper shakers and ash trays and cleaning already spotless surfaces. She tried not to look over Bobby's broad shoulders to watch the couple behind him but they had an unnatural draw for her.

"Allison? Did you hear me?" Bobby asked.

"Huh? I'm sorry. What is it?" she asked, hurriedly snapping out of her revery.

"The group back there just came in." he told her pointing at the corner booth. The once empty booth now contained a rowdy bunch of college kids intent on making themselves noticed by being as obnoxious as possible.

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