Kind Waiter

"What do I do with you, Noah?" Valeria said to herself as she looked at him.

"Valeria," Noah called as a lone tear slipped down his cheek.

"I'm sorry Valeria, I'm sorry." He muttered in his sleep.

"He must truly love you," the waiter said, and Valeria looked at him.

"I'm not sure if you know this, but I can tell that he truly loves you."

Valeria gave him a slight smile. She didn't know what reply to give him. At that point, she doesn't want to talk about love, she doesn't even want to hear it.

"Do you know where his car is parked please?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

The waiter smiled. He knew she didn't want to hear the true facts.

"Will you recognize the car if you see it? I'm sure its right outside and I hope you can drive."

"Yeah, sure I can, I'll be back. I'll go look for his car quickly."

Valeria went outside and she immediately saw Noah's car. It wasn't too far from the bar.

"Thank God." She said, then she went back in.

"I found it, now all I need is the keys." Sh