They sat in a booth at the diner. They faced each other. He read the menu while she played with sugar packets, artificial sweetners, powdered cream.

I think I’ll have the sunrise special, he said. She nodded and took a sip of coffee. Two eggs, bacon, home fries, and toast. I’ll get my eggs sunny side up, he told her.

That’s good, dear. I’ll have a grapefruit.

That’s it? He asked.

Yeah. Just a grapefruit. 

Are we getting old? He looked at her. I mean. I’m ordering the sunrise special, and you’re having grapefruit. That’s what old people eat.

I suppose so, she laughed. I like grapefruit.

I’ve never seen you order it. He shook his head. Never. Maybe a poached egg or a danish. But, never a grapefruit.

Does it really matter?

I guess not. Just curious.

OK.

Yesterday, I noticed my teeth are yellowing. He said. My hair is totally gray. I think I’m shorter. He got quiet. Damndest thing. It just snuck up on me.

What’s that, dear?

Age. Life.

Yes. It’ll do that. She said.

Don’t leave me.

I won’t.