I find myself at my old hang out from years past. As I look around the restaurant to see what kind of people would be here at 4:32 AM on a Sunday, I'm intrigued. To my right I find a group of 5 friends, three guys and two girls. Every now and then I catch the eye of one of the guys. He has a nice face to look at. His eyes are soft and he has a quiet story. He looks at me with curiosity. I'm naming him...Steven. Steven's friends look tired but no one wants to say anything to become the party pooper! ;-)
This thought provokes a memory from my first group of friends I would meet here late at night. In another time, another Mickie, she had friends that would come here every night. Christine and her kids Stephanie, Jennifer and Cameron. Can't forget Kristian who I nicknamed Haggrid! Shannon who was a waitress and one of my dearest friends Glen. My heart still misses him sometimes. Times like now I miss Glen so much it hurts.
Loud laughter from Steven's group brings me back to my current self. Looks like its winding up and Steven stands with a nod my way and I feel I have made a silent friend.
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