The Bad Boy Opened Up To Me

It was now Saturday and I was at the cafe. It was just a few minutes to six and for the moment, business was slow. There hadn't been any customers for the passed half and hour and the small amount that were in here had already gotten served. Because I didn't have anything to do, I made myself busy with the task of wiping down the counter.

I was finished and had just washed my hands, when the bell over the door indicated a new customer. I looked up at the person and saw that it was Carson. He came into the cafe and sat at a booth near the window. I took up my ordering pad and walked over to him.

"Hi Carson. What can I get you?" I asked, when I reached where he sat.

Carson looked up at me with a surprise expression. He then smiled, but it wasn't a full smile. "I didn't remember that you work here." He said, then looked down adding. "I don't want anything. I just came here to sit down."

"Okay then." I studied him. Carson wasn't himself at all. It was obvious that something was on his min