The lunch rush had finally eased, leaving the restaurant wrapped in the comforting scent of spices and simmering curry.

Saffron Masala moved between tables with practiced ease, collecting empty dishes and straightening menus that didn't need straightening. Business was steady, but her attention kept drifting toward the front door. It had been far too long since she'd seen that particular pony. Months, maybe longer. Not that she was counting. Probably.

With a quiet huff, she adjusted a stack of plates with her magic and glanced toward the entrance again. The bell above the door remained stubbornly silent.

"Any day now," she muttered under her breath, returning to work.