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[center][h1][color=0072bc]John[/color][/h1][/center]

'[color=0072bc][i]Well that was certainly fast. Almost frighteningly so[/i][/color]' John remarked to himself at the sudden appearance of the waitress. "[color=0072bc]Yes, thank you very much. I'll have a large glass of orange juice, and a sausage and cheese omelet.[/color]" In truth, he hadn't gotten as much of a look at the menu as he would have liked, but he really didn't want to waste this girl's time. So it would be better to go with something safe that he knew he would like. Since his mother had been in the service industry when she was younger, she made sure he grew up knowing how to treat a server.

'[color=0072bc][i]Hold on a minute; haven't I seen her somewhere before?[/i][/color]' He wondered to himself '[color=0072bc][i]she looks so familiar...perhaps, she was at the cafe yesterday? Yes, that sounds right...but who was she? The girl who first ran over to that poor man? No, I think she had a different hair color. Well I can only hope that we don't know each other personally, otherwise this might get very awkward.[/i][/color]' While his mind was on this train of thought, he made sure not to stare too intently at her. People in her line of work often had to be friendly with all manner of freaks and over all rude people, and John didn't want to be one of them.