the worst part is always the very early breakfast at this diner.
i, taking my bitter time going through the encyclopedic menu to order what i already want; you, just stewing there, stirring your unsugared coffee noiselessly.
the hiss of bacon curdling in the grill, the grumbling of the giant, stainless steel coffee percolator, the shameless sigh of steam rising from my cup of tea.
