“Eh, I guess we’ll see.” And he’s smiling, like it’s a secret just between them.
THE NIGHT stretches on.
He kisses the palm of Sean’s hand.
Sean says, “Do you remember when you came into the diner for the first time?”
I think I know what you’re looking for.
Hi.
Hi.
I’m Mike.
Mike. I’ve heard about you.
You have?
Hmm. Here and there.
And everywhere?
They talk. They always talk. And apparently you’re something to talk about.
Yeah?
Yeah. Now, like I said, I think I know what you’re looking for.
And what would that be?
You look like a meatloaf kinda guy. Side of mashed potatoes. And peas? No. Corn. You look like you’d have corn.
That’s… sounds amazing. Yes, please.
I’m good at what I do.
What’s your name?
Sean.
“Yeah,” Mike says. “Yeah, I remember.”
“I knew from the first day,” he says again. “But do you know what I thought? The first time I saw you?”
“What?”
“I thought to myself, Boy, he sure is handsome. And then I thought, I’d like to know his name. And then, Everything is going to change.”
Mike sighs. “How did you know? That everything was going to change?” Because that’s what he thought too.
Sean gives him the just-for-Mike smile. “Because you came in here all big and quiet. You were like
this great storm that was still far away.”
Mike kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.
LATER STILL, their voices have been reduced to whispers.