Belle, the prequel

    They met at an all night boxcar eat-in diner on the border of Tennessee and Mississippi. He, a man used to the life of travel to please fans, was hungry and this looked like a place to hit the spot. She, a woman used to the life of travel herself being the love-child of a Mississippi based rich farmer and an ex-hippie-turned-photographer who both loved to travel, was tired herself. Having traveled from New Mexico, non stop, she took a seat at the bar.

    He was in the back booth to avoid being recognized. The last thing he wanted to be doing was signing autographs and taking pictures. He had seen her come in, alone, and had wondered why. Throughout his meal, he had watched her.

    She had noticed him too when she came in, noticed him in the back, alone. After looking over the menu, she finally decided over what to order. She had seen him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, watching her eat her meal in silence. She saw that he was still alone, and wondered why.

    They had both gotten tired of the other staring at the other. They both decided on doing something about it.

    "Can I buy you desert?" He had finally got the guts together to ask her, something.

    "Um, sure." She smiled taking a risk of accepted this offer from a stranger. He fell in love with that smile.

    They ended up staying until the next morning just talking. They stayed through breakfast and continued to talk.


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