Friendly Stranger

Writer's point of view…

Own felt unease as he walked out of his room. He was tempted to call home but he could not bring himself to do so yet he felt all is not okay at home.

   He was putting on a light blue buttoned shirt and black jeans with his vans.

  The white lady that visited him, the thought of her kept giving him goosebumps.

  He needed to eat breakfast but the appetite was not there.

  It's strange, he normally would be more motivated.

He continued walking aimlessly hoping for something to take his mind off things.

After five minutes,he got to the breakfast area and settled down.  

He didn't notice the tall man standing next to him, who just sat down beside him.

The stranger said.

"Are you feeling okay? You seemed very tense."

His gaze fell on the wrinkle lines on Owen's face.

  'I am fine, thank you"

Owen said and called on the waitress to order breakfast, ignoring the stranger.

   The stranger is a tall handsome young man. He has a strong sense of presence which makes Owen want to avoid him.

He was wearing khaki shorts and a grey t-shirt, with a pair of dark brown hiking boots.

"What would you like, sirs?" 

The waitress asked, taking the menus.

"A strawberry juice please, with a bowl of porridge. Oh and a side of bacon"  

   Owen said. The waitress looked at the stranger, expecting him to order his breakfast but he never made an attempt.

   "sir, please make your order, let me bring them both"

The waitress said with a professional smile. She was greatly annoyed but wouldn't show it. 

   "People don't know that time is everything, how can you sit here and say nothing when you are supposed to order. Some customers deserve to be given slap"

The waitress said to herself.

  "He ordered for two of us so get what he ordered"

The stranger said after like eternity still having his eyes on Owen.

"The waitress nodded,

 "okay"

She left the table to get the orders. 

Owen ignored the stares coming from the stranger and decided to get busy with his phone. 

"You know it's not bad if someone asks if you are okay. It shows we are human enough. By the way, I am Francis." 

He said, extending his hand towards Owen who took it reluctantly. 

  "I'm Owen"

Francis gave a little nod 

 "I bet we can be friends because I love meeting new faces and making friends."

Owen tried to control his facial muscles so they weren't tensed which Francis seemed not to notice.

   The waitress returned with their orders cutting short any further interaction from the two men.

   She arranged their breakfast for them then bowed,

   "Thank you," Francis said smiling.

"You are welcome, I hope you enjoy your breakfast."

  She turned around and headed towards another table.

Owen says nothing and commences eating even though he is forcing himself to eat.

   Francis observed Owen, he noticed how much more attractive he looked. His light brown hair framed his oval face perfectly.

Francis couldn't help thinking if there were other similarities, such as height, maybe he should ask.

Owen could not stand the stares anymore and snapped at Francis.

  "Can you stop looking at me or do you intend to stare forever"

He raised his eyebrow at Owen's remark. It didn't matter to him either way. He didn't even blink.

"Take a chill bro, you are handsome and I Couldn't help but to stare."

Francis said amusingly, causing Owen to frown slightly. He couldn't believe that a guy dared to look straight into his eyes and tell him such.

   "Mind you, I am not a gay"

Owen said and looked away.

"I am not one either,I just like to appreciate beautiful things so don't get me wrong"

Francis said chuckling.

"I see, well it wasn't me that wanted you to look at me"

Owen retorted getting flustered by the sudden statement

"No, not really, it was the other way around actually"

Francis said, smirking.

   Owen sighed when he saw no reason to be apprehensive towards the friendly stranger. 

   "You can eat now alright, the whole states of yours is creeping me out"

 Owen said and Francis laughed as he started eating. 

  Both men eat in comfortable silence.

   They were silent until both of them finished their breakfast. Francis insisted on getting Owen's digits which Owen was not comfortable with but ended up giving it to him.

  After that, both went their separate ways, Owen returned to his room, same with Francis.