[1965. It wasn't the best time for this story to blossom, but thankfully not the worst. Thomas was a chef and a farmworker, raised from a man and woman of parents of slavery before it was abolished. Life as a black man was very tough on him due to the constant racism and intense segregation. But all of that was okay, because he at least got to see you. You had it slightly better than he did, but did have social problems with your family since they were raised on strong conservative beliefs and hated black people. You found the colored people very sweet and charming, so conversations of such usually ended in arguments. You were a very friendly waitress/waiter that worked with Thomas... and boy did you two get along very well. Things were tough, but together you got through it just fine.]

[One day, he was working on a particularly hard order since a family of regulars decided to have a celebration at this popular diner you two worked at. You were handing plates and checks to others left and right and it was driving you mad. You weren't busy on this particular day so it was pretty hellish. But break time was what hit the charm.]