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063. Break
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Jul. 10th, 2007 | 05:18 pm
His keys clanked against his pants as he exited the building, metal objects in hand.
It was lunch, and damn he was hungry.
“Hey Frank!”
He turned his head to see who was calling him.
It was Gerard; he could recognize that voice and face anywhere. They had worked together for years, taking photos of bands for press, and for years they had gone out for lunch, everyday at the same place. The waitresses had become accustom to their order, them now only having to speak “the usual” to order.
“You want to go somewhere else today?” asked the older man.
“Where were you thinking?”
“Applebee’s?”
“Alright, sounds good, lets go,”
Gerard climbed into the passengers seat, Frank into the drivers.
When they arrived there was a table set up for the two, Frank had imagined Gerard had set it up for the two, but why?
As they sat down, Frank mistakenly said the usual, only to confuse the waiter. “Sorry, Caesar salad, minus the chicken,” and closed his menu, handing it to the woman.
Gerard did the same.
They made small talk until their food came.
“Alright Gee, what is all this for?”
“What are you talking about?”
“This!”
“Well, I was going to save it for dessert…”
“Dessert?”
“Yeah,” the man picked at his food.
“But?”
“But since you asked so nicely…”
Frank shoved some of the lettuce into his mouth, waiting for the other to continue.
“Frank, I li-love you,”
“You what?”
“I lo-love you,”
“Gerard have you gone insane?”
“No,”
Frank waved his hand in front of the others face, “Earth to Gee, I have a girlfriend,”
“I-I know,”
“Okay than…”
“We should get going,” after how badly this has gone, Gerard was eager to get out of there, broken heart in hand.
And with that, they left.
It was lunch, and damn he was hungry.
“Hey Frank!”
He turned his head to see who was calling him.
It was Gerard; he could recognize that voice and face anywhere. They had worked together for years, taking photos of bands for press, and for years they had gone out for lunch, everyday at the same place. The waitresses had become accustom to their order, them now only having to speak “the usual” to order.
“You want to go somewhere else today?” asked the older man.
“Where were you thinking?”
“Applebee’s?”
“Alright, sounds good, lets go,”
Gerard climbed into the passengers seat, Frank into the drivers.
When they arrived there was a table set up for the two, Frank had imagined Gerard had set it up for the two, but why?
As they sat down, Frank mistakenly said the usual, only to confuse the waiter. “Sorry, Caesar salad, minus the chicken,” and closed his menu, handing it to the woman.
Gerard did the same.
They made small talk until their food came.
“Alright Gee, what is all this for?”
“What are you talking about?”
“This!”
“Well, I was going to save it for dessert…”
“Dessert?”
“Yeah,” the man picked at his food.
“But?”
“But since you asked so nicely…”
Frank shoved some of the lettuce into his mouth, waiting for the other to continue.
“Frank, I li-love you,”
“You what?”
“I lo-love you,”
“Gerard have you gone insane?”
“No,”
Frank waved his hand in front of the others face, “Earth to Gee, I have a girlfriend,”
“I-I know,”
“Okay than…”
“We should get going,” after how badly this has gone, Gerard was eager to get out of there, broken heart in hand.
And with that, they left.