On my way through town, I stop at The Saratoga Café and Diner and grab a bite to eat. The minute I walk in, the aromas captivate my senses, and it makes me feel so hungry I could eat a horse. I catch the eye of the waitress as she directs me to the booth nearest the kitchen and that makes things worse.
Now I am almost doubling over when my stomach cramps up from hunger pains and I realize that I haven’t eaten in three days. She stares down at me after I take a seat and asks, “What would you like today? Do you need a few minutes to look over the menu?” After she hands me one.
“Yes please. I am not from here and I don’t know what you serve. May I ask what the special is today first?” I glance up at her strawberry blonde curls and when I start to walk down her body with my eyes, I admire the way the curve of her butt fits her uniform.