Breakfast for Dinner

(1984)

(I know that this story sucks, but I haven't been in the mood to write lately.)

Literally thousands of people wend their way through The Grand Avenue's labyrinth of a shopping paradise on any given day, up the elevators, into the dozens of stores; they stroll around window-shopping or just snack at a little round table at the Speisegarten, sipping a drink and looking down on the crowd. For people watching and beer drinking, this was truly a one-stop shop for Tom Keifer. Before it was all over, he would have various names and telephone numbers along his arm.

Within the first ten minutes of occupying a table beneath a banner announcing a sale on Reebok's, Tom's eyes were set on a lonely blonde.

She sat alone on a wooden bench outside of the pet store with a plastic bag resting on her lap.

Tom studied her movements from afar, watching her eyes graze over the heads of shoppers below her.

Was she waiting for someone? Tom thought. A boyfriend?

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"Hey," Tom said as he approached the bench, the woman's golden eyes looking up at him.

"Hi."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"No."

"May I sit?" He did so without hesitation when a sweet smile spread across her tanned face. It was odd, for a girl with such beautifully tan skin and golden eyes to have such blonde hair.

"Do you dye your hair?" Tom asked.