There are times in your lifetime when things will take you by surprise.

Sometimes you least expect it. Sometimes you can feel it moving towards you, and you turn around just at the exact second it faces you. It could be anything. A surprise kiss from your love. Getting fired from a job. Getting hit by a moving vehicle. Catching the eye of someone unbelievably attractive, or caught in the glare of a person you hate.

He sat in the little cushioned seat next to the window that displayed the New York city traffic. It gleamed against the snowy pavement, projecting artificial lights, different flashes of green and red and yellow and orange, beeping loudly. But the man pays no attention to what's going on outside. Instead, he only focuses on what's happening inside the small, crowded diner.

The man is speechless. Even with lots of cranky families and annoying couples looking for a place to slurp on a hot cup of sugary liquid blocking the entrance and walk ways through the small diner, he still sees him. There's another man about his age, walking towards him. He's dressed in one of the diner's uniforms, a pair of black pants and a blue, short sleeve dress shirt. He keeps on walking towards him without stopping to talk to any of his customers. It's awfully busy, even for a tiny place like this. But that's probably because it's a few days after December 25, Christmas day, and all people want to do is relax. Good luck doing that.

The man does not take his eyes off of the waiter coming his way. He looks a little timid, his shy, bright eyes staring straight ahead and looking at the man sitting down with a questioning look. His eyes are practically screaming, what are you doing here?

Anyone could easily just predict that the waiter was coming to clear the man's dishes, or ask him if he needed anything else, or maybe even chat about how his holidays are going. Everything is a spinning blur around them. The man is captivated by the waiter, just as he was six years ago. And the waiter is curious towards the man, just as he was six years ago.

When the waiter finally approaches the table and comes to an abrupt halt, he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, which feels like two thousand years. Yes, there are some unexpected surprises that come into our lives. But the waiter could not tell if this was the best surprise he'd ever gotten in his whole life...or the worst one.

The waiter's mouth gapes open slightly, not really knowing how to form the words his his head into proper sentences. The man sitting down in the chair seems to do the same thing. That was when the waiter, his arms uncrossing from his chest and laying limply by his side, finally gathers up some courage to speak. His throat feels like it is made out of sandpaper.

"Hello, Blaine," the waiter says.

"Kurt."