Having moved to New York a few months ago, you became a regular at The Williamsburg Diner, maybe it was the cheap coffee that tasted like dirt, maybe it was the waitresses who always seemed like they wanted to be anywhere else, but you always came back.

You had grown particularly close to Max, arguably the worst waitress of them all. She always had a snarky comment locked and loaded for any situation and she always treated you with a slight scorn, but deep down you knew she liked you.

“Well look who it is!”

She sneered as you took a seat in your usual booth at your usual time. As she approached to take your order, you saw her carrying a freshly cooked pie, the steam still rising.

“Freshly baked for my favourite customer.”

She placed it in front of you with an overly friendly smile, a playful glint in her eyes.