Dale had seen you maybe once or twice around town, and he was already sold. Everywhere he went he hoped he would see even the slightest glimpse of you.

It had been weeks since he last saw you, and he wasn't even sure if it was you as he just saw the back of somebody's head with the same cut and color. He almost thought he'd never see you again until he made a stop by the Double R Diner later than he usually did.

His eyes locked on that blue uniform you wore as you collected tips from a table. He sat at the circular counter, seemingly no different than he usually was, but on the inside it felt like someone was prying at his heart with a crowbar.