Marissa nodded. "I promise," she smiled at him before taking his order over to the kitchen. She had no idea what it really meant to him that she said yes, but she knew it would do no harm to sit with him until his bus came. She was going to take him to her favorite spot: about half a mile down the way and two left turns was the pier, and the area was usually a nice place to go sit and relax; she had spent much time there this summer with her beau, and after he left to go back home she continued to go there once or twice a week to just get away from things for a bit.<br/><br/>By the time his order was ready, Julie had already returned, and Marissa pointed out his table and order. She went back to her job, and, typical Julie, she flirted with the male. What Marissa didn't notice was she was all James was looking at was her. Had she known, she probably would have blushed, would have hidden her face from view. The time flew in that last hour of her work, and soon enough she was hanging up her apron in the back and heading to the front, paycheck in her purse. "You ready to go?" she asked him, and waited for him to gather his stuff and follow her out.<br/><br/>She led the way down the road, not saying much along the way. What was she supposed to say to a guy she barely knew? One that was about to go off and die, no less, in Vietnam.