Gordon and Ruby, Pt. 1

He sat in the booth in the back of the diner, with a hot cup of of coffee and some toast on the table in front of him. He stood out in the bustle of the diner in his crisply pressed Air Force uniform. His dark brown hair was cut close to his head except for the deep wave at his forehead. He had brought the morning newspaper with him and he held it open in front of him. But he wasnt reading it. He was using it to conceal the fact that he was watching the girl behind the counter. His eyes twinkled as they followed her every move. He thought she was the prettiest thing hed ever seen. Her hair was dark blonde, short and curly, and she was petite, and slim. She wore a uniform too but hers was pink, with a white apron. She moved quickly like a nesting bird, wiping down the counter with one hand and setting the shakers straight with the other, pausing occasionally to pick up some coins left behind for her. Another waitress said something to her and she laughed, a hearty full bodied laugh that went through him like a ringing bell. He decided he was in love. 1953 was going to be a good year.