Emma pushes her large white sunglasses further up her face. She wouldn’t dare let herself be seen regularly visiting a place like this. The diner is dingy and loud, with the chefs shouting at each other in foreign languages and drunk truckers occupying the stools at the counter. The food is mediocre, messy burgers or greasy fries, as opposed to Emma’s usual delicacies. Her safest option is the Caesar salad and iced tea that she gets when she visits once a week. The only thing that keeps her coming back for some odd reason she can’t explain? The smiling waitress headed her way.

“Still working here, little bunny?” Emma mocks, but her tone is affectionate for the sweet woman before her.