Terry Crews !!!! HahhahahI stared at my plate. Caviar, a delicacy of the wealthy. I had never liked it. When I realized that a shadow fell on my shoulder, I looked up. It was our waiter, and now he was standing next to me and questioning stared at me. “You don’t like your caviar, Ma’am?” he asked. I was shy, because my parents thought the expensive caviar was “brain-food”. I looked at them, but they were busily discussing about New York’s shopping centers, so I quickly gave him my plate in his hand and whispered “Take it. I can’t stand this food.” The waiter shortly grinned. Then he turned around and took my plate away. I gazed at him while he was walking back to the kitchen. His dark hair attracted my glance the most. “Handsome!” I thought. But my parents wanted to find a rich educated doctor or businessman for me, and they would probably already freak out if they knew that I stared after someone of the “lower class”…
My parents didn’t find out about this little chat between our waiter and me this evening. Maybe they didn’t care about me enough to notice it.
Later that evening, when I was just putting down the jewelry in my room, I suddenly heard somebody knocking at my door. My parents? Could that be? But they always called my name, when they stood in front of my door. I looked thru the door spy, but I could see nothing else than the opposite door. Curiously I opened.
To my surprise our waiter was standing next to the doorframe. In his one hand he held a covered bowl, on his other arm he had the compulsory dishcloth that waiters usually carried around. For an instant we looked into each other’s eyes, then I broke the embarrassing situation. “Yes?” I asked him. “Ehm…” the waiter started. He first didn’t seem to know what to say, but then raised the cover of the bowl. “ I brought you some cherries. I thought you might like them. It’s a specialty of our kitchen.” I looked at them and grinned. These were just normal cherries, they looked in no way different than others that I had seen before. But still I took them. “Thank you,” was everything that I said before I made a step back and with a smile closed my door.