Good Morning

They sat in the old rustic diner the morning after it had snowed all night. They spent the night at Harley’s house after a party; a few other people spent the night at Harley’s in the snow, but they all left in the morning before either Harley or Ford woke up. When Harley and Ford woke up, they knew what they were going to do, as they discussed it extensively the night before. “We’re going to the bakery in the morning, if anybody would like to join us, they may,” said Harley. Nobody took up his offer.
They sat in a corner by the window, so that Ford had a view of the scene in the bakery and simultaneously a view of the bright blue morning shining on a few inches of snow. They both ordered mugs of coffee, and when they arrived Ford put some cream into his. “I thought you took it black,” said Harley.
“No, now I like take a little cream in it,” said Ford.
“I still take mine black, that’s how I like it,” said Harley.
“You know what, I actually like to put heavy whipping cream into it at home.”
“Heavy whipping cream?”
“Yea, you should try it sometime.”
The waitress came back and asked them what they wanted to eat. Harley ordered eggs benny, and Ford ordered biscuits and gravy with eggs sunny-side up and a side of hash browns. “They got the best hash browns here, I’ll tell ya,” said Ford. “I know it,” Harley replied.
The diner was packed now, and every table was full. There were groups of people in the waiting area and a line going out the door. They both sat back in their chairs sipping coffee and looking at all the people in the diner.
“You know, people don’t dress like they used to,” said Ford.
“I know. I notice it most at school. I like to dress up a little for school, lotta people don’t though,” said Harley.
“I think everybody should dress nice. I like to see neatly dressed people when I walk around school.”
“I agree, that’s why I do it. School should look a certain way, you know?”
“So when are you heading back to Virginia?” said Ford.
“Heading back the 16th of January. When you going back?”
“Going back on the 8th, driving up, hopefully it won’t snow.”
“Quite the drive, no?”
“It is quite the drive.”
For the next two and a half hours Harley and Ford sat at the table for two in the corner by the window until the place was nearly empty.