As he enters the diner, he spots her sitting by a window, and she's sipping a glass of ice water. Her brunette hair is down, and she's wearing a white spaghetti strap shirt, that seems to glow against her soft tan skin, and her light blue jeans. Had he seen her like that? Had he even been paying attention? He couldn't remember, he took a gulp of air, swallowed it hard, and went over to the table.
"You're late," She said looking up at him. He glanced at his watch. "Oh wooptie! Five minutes!" He exclaimed playfully. "You're still late. You said seven, not seven-o-five," She said trying to be serious, but burst out laughing. "You're such a whip," He said taking the menus, and giving one to Hannah. "I can't help it, it comes naturally you know," She said opening her menu, and beginning to read it. He smiled to himself, behind the menu, and began to choose what he wanted.
After they had looked through the menu's, Hannah had chosen grilled chicken, baked potato, and a garden salad. Luis had ordered, a cheeseburger, frenchfries, and macaroni salad. "I thought you said you were going to watch what you're going to eat?" He said as the waitress brought them their food. "I am watching what I am eating," She said as she overlooked her food. "That wasn't what I meant," He said has he poured some katsup on his fries. "I know," She said, as she took her fork, and peeled some chicken from it.
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