The next day...

Timothy's POV

It was Saturday. This time, it is was one of the warmest days since the beginning of December. Without snow, without blizzards, without glacier paths! The snow and ice were melting. Further, little did I know how strange it was. This is the among the few warm days of December for the last 7 years.

By the way, I determined myself to pay a visit to Jude's working place and that is literally the retro restaurant where is currently working. I attended a church earlier today, had already prepared the dinner, readen a thick book with classical literature.

I had on myself a pair of deep blue trousers with shallow pockets, followed by practical white long-sleeved blouse of silk material, black socks onto my feet, retro black and white sneakers, light chestnut leather jacket. I left my villa by taking with myself keys, wallet containing money and a handful other remarkable items.

A several minutes later...

It was 9:30PM in the night. It was already dark outside! As I noticed glowing logo of a 2 story building with its name "The Wonderful 60s" from far away, somehow it hinted me it was the place where she is working right now. I trusted my insticts, therefore interracting to the facility like a silly and easily-fooled little boy, walking forwards until I noticed inside the restaurant an attractive waitress with long curly golden hair whose hair was bouncing by walking per a second, serving the clients' orders. I couldn't believe on my eyes since the beginning how younger she looked especially without her nun's veil and habit in which I see her daily in Briarcliff. Regardless, if she is either with her nun outfit or being casual, she is always perfect in my eyes and forever. 

From far away, I can notice that under her white and magenta apron she has on herself a pair of fashionable and modern for the 60s jeans with regular pockets, black and white stripped blouse, wearing her precious ruby-sapphire bracelet on her left wrist, silver earrings. Furthermore, she was natural- definitely wearing no gram make up.

As I pushed the both large doors of the restaurant, she has just finished serving to 2 clients, turning her face, facing me directly, shouting:

-Hi Tim!- She greeted me warmly with a radiant smile, stretching lips, our eyes meeting as I entered timidly inside the institution.

-Jude...Hi!- We embraced each other friendly, wearing a satisfied smile, afterward withdrawing our bodies, gazing at her splendid brown eyes.

-I am glad to see you here. *sighing gently and gleefully* How are you?

-I am either too! I am well! Aren't you being busy? - I replied frankly, my heart sinking in a bath of nervousness due to that I sense that I haven't arrived in the right time to see Jude. 

-I am not actually now! I have served what I needed for until somebody orders. - She patted my shoulder delicately by giggling together like we are a teenage couple.

-That's good! Anyway back to the question, how are you, Judy?- I questioned in caring way, putting my hands in the pockets nervously, feeling uncomfortable to come on her working place due to the prejudical feeling that her boss Mr.Smith is going to see me extremely soon, consequently kicking me out of the restaurant.

-I am well, thanks! It is much better the ambience here rather than in the asylum, you know. *chuckling quietly* You are here to see me, right?

-Indeed! I had already prepared the dinner. It is going to be something delightful as always even if it barely encompassing calories.

-I know, I know! You are an amazing cook! - Jude complimented my cooking skills with a broad smile, enlarged eyes pupils like she was being mesmerised by an enchanting phenomenon.

-Aww! *my face abruptly turning red, thanks to the commendation* Thank you, Jude! You are either too. - I praised her cordially, thereafter her cheeks bloomed, attached more pinkish hue.

-You are welcome.*raising an eyebrow dubiously* Seriously?- Giving me a hilarious stare which made me to chuckle, nevertheless it made the things worse, being the main reason why she is blushing so hard except that she has a passive aggression apparently.

-I am not joking! Of course, you are an amazing cook too, Judy! Don't be mad at me for cackling!- I stated fluently whilst recognizing a little change between the face that she gave me just a several seconds ago and recently. Currently Jude didn't look annoyed at all.

-Aww, thank you, Tim! You are so nice! - Suddenly I heard stern masculine voice yelling at me something, throughout turning my face to see from who was coming.

-Hello, sir! Do I know you?- Mr.Smith interracted to us, wearing a little but open minded smile, speaking to me with a bit stern Afro-American accent. I had just put my hands off the pockets.

-Mm,no! Hello, Mister!- I responded boldly with tranquil timbre.

-Mr.Smith! *looking at his midnight black eyes in enthusiastic way*That is Tim! Tim! *glancing at me* That is Mr.Smith, my boss!

-It is my enormous pleasure to meet you, Mister Smith! I am Timothy Howard, Judy's crush!- I briefly introduced myself to her boss, handshaking each other's hands.

-Pleased to meet you, Mr.Howard! I am Jonathan Smith, Jude's boss!

Jude's POV

As the both gentlemen have finished with their handshakes and introductions, my face was already layered in reddish tinge after hearing the last two words that came from Timothy's mouth by moving his melodic like piano keys and luscious lips "Judy's crush", enforcing my steep jumpy smile.

-Excuse me sir if I disturb Judy on her work place or If I am probelmatic...- Tim's sentence remained unfinished as soon as Jonathan interrupted him in polite way with a smirk.

-Don't worry, Mr.Howard! It is not such a big deal! Jude isn't that busy now at all as you can see. I don't mind if you stay here to speak to her for 5 minutes. *gulping guiltily with grimaced face, pierced his black eyes into Timothy's chocolate eyes* Excuse me for my interruption, sir! Sometimes I am really uncontrollable. 

-Alright! That's amazing! *patting his shoulder in friendly way* You don't need to excuse yourself for one interruption! Everything is fine! Meantime, you can call me either Tim or Timothy. It is your own choice!- I abided quiet, listening with humongous pleasure, smiling innocently, watching how they face each other.

-Okay, Tim! You can call me either Jonathan, John or Johnny! You choose either too!

In the next 2 minutes, in the restaurant arrived two new clients who looked quite similar, according to my perceptions. Furthermore, Jonathan invited my crush into his office to talk in private without speculating and divining for what they are even talking about. As I gazed at them, I can excellently recognize their facial features. They were 2 ex Briarcliff inmates that I remember what I have done to them for which I am rather regretting, to be honest. They were Kit Walker and the French young lady Grace. Initially, they didn't notice me, totally ignoring me by passing me like a stranger, taking a seat against each other next to the window.

Kit was wearing a gray slacks, followed by white long-sleeved blouse that outlines his muscular torso, black and gray sneakers. Whilst Grace has on herself a leather chocolate jacket, elbow length sleeves, ripped jeans, black tank top, black leather ankle boots. They were discussing together something which wasn't my business, of course. 

Once I approached their seats, awaiting their orders by taking notes with my pen scribbling in the notebook, all I could observe in their eyes was spontaneous shock, not believing on their eyes who they are seeing right now. They remained speechless for a while as I was standing in front of them, their jaws dropped, murmured a rhetorical question by exclaiming my name "Jude?!". 

-Kit? Grace? - I burst out timidly with an embarrassed smile.

-Jude? *rolling eyes* Wait a second! You are a waitress? - Kit questioned in awe with his decent voice.

-Yes, I am.

-I cannot believe...*the shocked faces turned abruptly in joyful faces* that we are seeing each other! I am rather to see you in much different light especially now. 

-Not working as a nun anymore! Otherwise, a waitress...a waitress.- The French woman stuttered insecurely with an optimistic wide smile, stretching lips.

-Yes, that's right! I love to work as a waitress, honestly! Also I am glad to see you guys again.

-Pleased to hear that! Admitting it frankly, I am extremely amused to see you working as a waitress rather than as a nun. I have convened to see you in your nun habit and veil, wandering in the asylum.

-*giggling along* That's right. But from now on you will see me as a waitress instead as a nun. As an addition, I would like to apologize for the torture that I have applied to you, Kit and Grace. I am candidly sorry!

-No need to apologize, Jude! Everything is okay! *extending his hand, giving me a small sheet of paper with his phone number in case to phone him whenever the opportunities are possible* Here is my phone number in case to call me to speak to each other as friends and see each other on hiking including the fact to hang out together with Tim if you don't mind. 

-Thank you, Kit! *putting the sheet of paper in my jeans' pockets with a big smile* I don't mind, of course! Sorry for the deviation, I want your orders now. - Then I reborned with my professional side where I am grave and I shouldn't be distracted by random stuff, hence, they started to list what they want to drink and eat, taking notes in the notebook.

Luckily, Mr.Smith didn't notice how I stuck a conversation with them, not being criticised for my awhile irresponsibility. Meanwhile, I promised them that their orders will arrive as soon as possible, getting back to work. 

I am never going to stop to repeat all the same, howsoever, this pleasant surprise especially by encountering former patients from the asylum where I used to treat them as inferior was one of the thrillingest moments that have ever happened after I have been employed, escaping from the sinister Briarcliff, living under a roof with Timothy and living my life happily. 

To be continued...