To the waiter I kept looking at in passing at the Olive Garden by the Willowbrook Mall in NJ,

This feels like a desperate attempt to grasp at straws. Maybe I thought too much about the fleeting moments you’d pass by my table and smile whenever I looked at you a bit too long. Maybe you stuck around when I had to go back inside the restaurant to look for my mother’s sunglasses out of politeness; but I knew I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t try to get in touch with you. I’ve been kicking myself for not asking for your number ever since I left the restaurant.

So if anybody ever finds themselves at the Willowbrook Mall, stop by the Olive Garden and ask a young man with tan skin, short black hair and brown eyes if he remembers a girl with short, wavy hair in a green tube top and floral skirt rushing back inside the restaurant to look for her mom’s sunglasses.

— Sept. 7th, 2025 ❤︎