She Was Fading
Roon.
I don’t like my job, but I need to pay for the rent.
Usually I just bus tables and roll silverware into napkins. It’s a terribly paying job that’s only seven cents above minimum wage, but I love the people. My boss, Roon, is an easy-going guy. He even lets me wait tables when he knows I like the way a girl looks.
Roon knows Delilah. That’s how I got the job. She told him not to call her by her real name, but Delilah instead. And he’s really good at it; Roon has never slipped or given a tell.
Sometimes when the restaurant is slow Roon and I talk. Usually it’s about girls or music or the restaurant. But sometimes I try to bring up Delilah. Roon won’t have any of it. He won’t tell me anything about her. Not even anything basic.
Roon knows Delilah for who she really is, not just the Delilah I know.
Usually I just bus tables and roll silverware into napkins. It’s a terribly paying job that’s only seven cents above minimum wage, but I love the people. My boss, Roon, is an easy-going guy. He even lets me wait tables when he knows I like the way a girl looks.
Roon knows Delilah. That’s how I got the job. She told him not to call her by her real name, but Delilah instead. And he’s really good at it; Roon has never slipped or given a tell.
Sometimes when the restaurant is slow Roon and I talk. Usually it’s about girls or music or the restaurant. But sometimes I try to bring up Delilah. Roon won’t have any of it. He won’t tell me anything about her. Not even anything basic.
Roon knows Delilah for who she really is, not just the Delilah I know.