Years past they were friends. Then a chance meeting.
We must meet for lunch.
Yes, of course! And the lunch was now.
Savory smells bade them in from the heavy rain.
Perched as the oolong steeped, they were polite.
An hour is an eternity and yet not long enough. Each took comfort in ordering food.
I will have the cashew shrimp, thank you.
Yes, and I will have the almond fried chicken, please.
Oh, and a to-go box for me.
Yes, me too, please. Waitress withdraws.
The voice of each evokes remembrance in the other as they embark on friendship’s restoration.