Thes way pwees

“Thes way pwees.” The Asian waitress led him thru the maze of empty tables to one in the back against a large round window. A neon light buzzed in his ear as he peered out into the rain drenched parking lot. Would she show up he wondered. Would she recognize his worn and traveled face? The rain began to lessen. The cars in the parking lot began to thin. The waitress had stopped asking to fill his cup. The hours passed and he sat there alone. He would have given up long ago but he had nowhere else to go.