[Closed Start: penned for @lovethebeardedgentleman ]
With a plate in each hand, she exited through the double swinging doors to the main dining floor as her eyes scanned rather quickly through the restaurant. Given the hour she was hoping to find her favorite patron and paused momentarily when she spotted the officer. The sight of him served up a little more pep in her step as she delivered the two plates with a warmth meant for another. Afterward, she made quick work of pulling a bill to drop it on another's table. Sliding the tablet into her cream colored apron pocket, as she wouldn’t be needing it, she practically bounced towards her friend as Sinatra crooned in the background.
Pausing at his table offering her usual greeting in a sing song manner, “Well good evening, Harrison,” before she placed a bare knee on the mint green vinyl seat cushion which he sat across from. After a quick assessment, that the customer's needs were met and there was no sign of the owner she slid fully into the seat; her smile and good mood amplified by his presence. Bringing her hands to the cool table top she fidgeted entwining her fingers, as her mood was bright and cheery she let out a soft giggle before asking, “Do you even want to know the specials?” Leaning back against the seat, she brought her hands to rest on her lap before she asked, “How was your day? Any good stories? Everything is so darn mundane around here. The most interesting thing news I have is we are out of key-lime pie. You’re all I got! save me from infinite boredom!” Lennon would be lying if she didn’t admit Harrison’s visits were always the best part of working at the diner.