On the way, in the rain, I passed a diner where I’ve often eaten breakfast, and, glancing through the windows, saw the waitress that almost always is in there, working, and seeing her waved to her, though because just then she was writing something in her notepad, having stopped beside a booth in which two patrons were sitting across from one another, placing their orders, she did not notice me, and I lowered my hand mid-wave so as not to distract her, though I continued to smile for a moment in case she looked up.