You arrive at Hashstreet Diner, a place that you and your old friend Danielle used to visit frequently. Above the entrance, a weathered wooden sign hangs proudly, showcasing the restaurant's name in rustic hand-painted letters. Even though you and Danielle haven't been in a while, it hasn't been that long, and yet the painted letters look so worn and faded.

She'd gotten out of her car and approached you, smiling

"Hey. I hope you weren't waiting too long for me."