here.

Pressing the tips of her fingers delicately into the wooden frame of the table one at a time she let her eyes drop down to focus on them. Each motion was satisfying in itself with every light sensation but combined, equally reassuring as pressure became part of a series of controlled behavior. Deliberate monotony. Her hands moved towards each other as her fingertips, now pink, slid over the crevices in her knuckles. She had just barely allowed herself to succumb to the engulfment of her own nervous distractions when a light pang of metal on linoleum shifted her focus. Her eyes jumped slightly to her right and suddenly she was uncomfortably aware of the half empty coffee cups surrounding hers. Scanning the table without looking up, she caught glimpse of three familiar fingers rising from her right and setting a silver spoon down on their table, the remainder of the coffee dissolving a pile of sugar. Her right hand very slowly found its way to the tiny silver saucer of creamer in front of her.
“Would you like some more cream?”
He looked up as if he’d forgotten she was there through the shadow of a hand cupped over his eyes. The corner of his mouth rose slightly.

A month ago he would have grinned and said,
“I’d love some”
and he would lean in in the most playful way and watch intently as her eyes lit up at the sight of a tiny saucer with a handle made for an infant. Although she knew he despised cream in his coffee, she would pour drop by drop until the saucer was half full. He would then place his hand on hers and lower it back to the table, saving some liquid in the saucer for ten minutes later, when she would be once again enchanted by it.

His hand rose from his forehead and he opened it in front of his face.
“no thank you”`

She continued to hold the saucer over his half sipped coffee cup, waiting for him to change his mind. The waitress returned

“ You guys just gonna stick with coffee or did you want your usual strawberry waffles?”

He looked sideways at her across the table for several minutes, teeth slightly separated as if to create dramatic effect, ignoring perplexed eyes from their waitress as she awaited an answer. The girl facing him returned to her fascination with her fingertips, hoping he’d suddenly find endearment in her quirks once again. After taking a moment to allow repeating reels of scenes like these to flash behind his eyes, he turned to the waitress confidently.
“Let me ask you something. How much would you charge me for this silver saucer?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not for sale..”
“I’ll pay you anything you ask, if I can just buy this saucer”
“Okay fine, I’ll sell it to you for $5.29. That’s a dollar more than we pay for a replacement.”
His smile widened as he fished fifteen dollars out of his back pocket and handed it to the waitress.

Upon her leaving the table, he slid the half empty saucer across to the girl as she smiled at him, relieved, and she began pouring the remaining cream into an empty cup of water, never tiring of her fascination. Moments later, looking up from her cup, she saw nothing but the growing crack in the plastic of their now empty booth.