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"You must be Jordan," he said.
"I am," I said. "And we met once before, believe it or not. Back over in Texas. It's nice to see you again. Do you want to take a minute to decide your order, or do you know what you want? I could just take your drink order, if you're waiting on someone."
I was completely comfortable waiting tables, but I had a hard time getting words out with Micah. I stopped talking, smiling at him. I could not believe Micah Lacey was sitting at my table.
"Sit down," he urged, gesturing to the seat across from him. "Do you have time to sit for a minute?"
"Sure," I said, feeling completely taken aback that he would ask such a thing. I sat with my leg on the edge of the booth, barely teetering there and waiting to hear what he was going to say. I assumed he had some complicated order, and I set my pad on the table in front of me and held my pen, poised to write it down.
"Are you taking notes or something?" he asked, sitting back and smiling calmly.
"I thought I was taking your order," I said, smiling back at him.
He shook his head. "No, I just wanted you to sit and talk to me for a minute. I have to get to know the lady who won JD's heart."
"Oh, JD, you told, he told, you know JD? I mean, of course you know JD, but I didn't realize you knew I was… I'm sorry. Hey. It's nice to meet you." I stuck my hand out. "Like I said, I met you once before at a concert in Texas, but it's nice to meet you again."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you again, too."
"There aren’t many musical artists in the world that I listen to enough to have their stuff memorized. Your music has been in the soundtrack of my life for years."
"Wow, that's a cool compliment," he said, grinning at me.
"You're a cool customer to be sitting in my section," I said, grinning back. "I didn't even know you were coming to town. Are you playing a concert?" I hadn't been on social media lately, but I didn't remember a concert in Seattle.
"No, I'm just here for a wedding," he said.
"My wedding?" I asked with wide eyes.
He smiled and nodded at me. "Yes," he said, looking amused by my excitement.
"Yessss! Are you serious?" I high-fived him, and he laughed and reached out to high-five me back.
"My boy, JD, told me he was getting married this summer. He said he found his best lady and that he was going to marry her, and of course I told him I had to be there for it. I knew it was supposed to happen this summer, but I'll be out of the country, so I begged and begged, and here we are."
"Did our wedding get moved up for you?" I asked.
Micah shrugged guiltily, and my face fell. "Thank you!" I said. "I was fine with doing it this summer, but I'm so happy it's happening early. I love that guy."
Micah appreciated seeing how happy I was, and he reached up and offered me another high-five over the table, which I gladly returned.
I was nervous talking to Micah, but it wasn't because I had a crush on him. Maybe I used to, but at this moment, all I could think of was my man.
"JD was happy about it, too," Micah said. "That dude took absolutely no convincing at all. All I did was say I want to come to your wedding, but I'm about to leave for Europe, so it's got to be in the next few weeks, and he was likeokay, sure, no problem, let's do it. Anyway, I had to come meet this girl who has my boy so in love."
I grinned and shrugged shyly as if presenting myself humbly, and he laughed.
"Claire told me you let her pick your dress," he said. "She was all excited about doing that."
"I was excited about letting her," I said. "It's a vintage dress that she got at an estate sale for ten dollars."
"Most brides wouldn't want to admit that."
"Admit what? That their dress only cost ten dollars? I love it. I was so excited when Claire showed it to me. She could probably get a lot more than ten for it, reselling it. To me, it's just as beautiful as anything you'd find brand new in a store, though. Better. You should see Claire's store. She's really a genius when it comes to finding cool, vintage clothes."
"I know, he said. "Half the stuff in my closet is from Claire. She mails me stuff all the time."
I glanced at my other tables to make sure they were doing okay, which they were. I was having a lighthearted, casual conversation with one of my favorite musicians of all time, so I wasn't positive that I could refrain from neglecting my tables once they did need me.
