But no matter what, it was where me and Carter met up whenever life veered left and we needed to talk, or whenever there was nothing else better to do. I’d pulled countless all-nighters, hosted several dates, and even held a birthday party there before. Gayle’s was also the only restaurant that had a ten page menu solely dedicated to their desserts, and they added new options and concoctions every week. For years, the locals jokingly accused them of using crack in their batter to get people to come back so often, so the owner started boxing the batter in tins with the word “CRACK” written right on front. What set it apart from anywhere else was the 1950s atmosphere and the undeniable this-shit-is-the-best-I’ve-ever-had-in-my-life waffle recipe. The menu wasn’t anything special it was beyond simple with its typical home-style American breakfast fare. It was so popular that the company bought mobile-store trucks and drove them around campus during its season. Gayle’s was the number one waffle house and sweets company on the beach. “I’m shocked you even have to ask…” I got into the car and he let the top down on his black Camaro-quickly speeding away to the diner.

“Since you made me leave early, you have to stop at Gayle’s before we go to my graduation party.” I took off my cap and gown and met Carter in the parking lot. When I made it to the hallway, I looked back to see other students following my lead and joining the exodus. I turned around and rushed out of the room, hearing the laughter and applause of my classmates behind me. “And you might regret it for the rest of your-” “This could be the most important speech of your life…” “You never know what you’ll miss out on…” he said.

He nodded and gestured for me to return to my seat.

Whitney g sincerely carter