stroke of midnight - mason
Boring, boring, boring. Weekdays in the circus were slow and uneventful. There was no one new to see and for Meeko, seeing the same people over and over again had started to get tiring, so the only thing left for him to do was eat. Not that he was at all against it, after all food was his favorite thing in the world. Meeko took his old black leather jacket, and enjoying the last smoke on his pack, he walked all the way to the Godmother’s Buffet right when the moon light was right in the middle of the sky.
He took a seat near the window, his favorite booth, once he was inside the restaurant and relaxed as he waited for someone to bring the usual, mac&cheese for a start and cookies with vanilla ice cream for dessert. All at once.
“Thank you,” he mumbled with his focus set on the food once it got to the table, but from the corner of his eye he found something more interesting to look at: the icy blue color of the eyes of his waiter, a new one. Meeko immediately smiled wider, turning into his usual confident flirty smile. There was no way to escape from that look, and the younger knew that his new interest would not say no to share that cookie with him since the hour of closing wasn’t that far, and after a few minutes his name came to the conversation. “Mason,” he’d said.
An hour became two and three had passed soon. Meeko couldn’t believe how easy it was to keep a conversation with Mason. He found himself giggling more and more often and there was not a single drop of alcohol on their table. The playful looks and inviting smiles were everywhere and they weren’t one sided. His new friend was definitely interested on him as well, and the tingly butterfly sensation that started in his stomach was all over his insides. It was almost magical, how someone could take all the pain and worries away just with a few words and a kind bright smile. Meeko didn’t even know how fast or slow time was going, or what time it was. He was just enjoying the moment, and innerly wishing it could last forever. But he knew it was over when, out of nothing, Mason stood up, gave him a wider smile and a simple “nice too meet you, I have to go now” before he disappeared into the kitchen. Meeko wanted to go and find him inside the kitchen, invite him over, maybe, but he didn’t know what the right thing to do was, and he was left frozen, sitting on the same spot with a cold half-empty cup of tea and one last bite of apple pie.
