Rainy Days

It is raining today. As I entered the restaurant, I noticed a woman with to slightly younger looking teenagers, a boy and a girl. They are all talking with each other and smiling. I have ordered my food now, and I am sitting down. A few tables away from them is a boy that is probably high school aged or older sitting alone on his laptop eating. There is a man with two boys and one little girl sitting two tables away from me. The man seems to be considerably older than the children, with his graying hair and glasses. He may very well be their grandfather. In line now, there is an older, teenage looking couple holding hands and talking quietly to each other. Behind them are two women that seem a little overdressed even for this weather, wearing large coats and boots. There is an older woman coming in from the restrooms she has taken a seat with the older man with the three kids. One of the boys has just called her “Grandma”. The young couple have left the counter and have decided to sit on the older side of the grandparents and their grandchildren, near the door.

            After a few minutes the two women in the large coats are at the counter now as a lone woman walks in. She has walked towards the counter and is standing behind the two women. She is focused on the menu with her arms crossed. The older couple and their grandchildren are getting up to leave. The grandma is holding the hand of the little girl and leading her outside. The old man and young boys are right behind them. The lone boy is still on his laptop and occasionally types something. The woman and the slightly younger teenagers are rising now, and making their way to the door. The overdressed woman have taken their seats, and the lone woman is now ordering. The time she has had to look over the menu has helped her make up her mind as it takes her no time at all to order.

            A few minutes have gone by, and the lone has already taken her seat and the young couple are making their way out, holding hands. The two heavily dressed women are having a loud conversation about the rain and hail. The lone woman has received a phone call. She is talking quietly and looking around to see if anyone is paying attention to her call. She is laughing now, rather loudly. The lone boy is putting his laptop away into a backpack that I did not notice before, and I’m assuming he is getting ready to leave. He puts on his backpack and throws away his trash as he leaves. The two women in raincoats are still talking to each other as they finish up and make their way outside, taking an unnecessary moment to brace themselves before they open the door.

            A little while after the women leave a man and a teenage boy come in, clearly wet. The storm is getting somewhat worse. As I am getting ready to leave more teenagers walk in, two boys in jackets and caps, and one girl who looks like she may be related to one of the boys. I decide it’s time to leave as the teenagers start ordering.