You are a waitress. Yeah. A waitress. you work a shitty 7 ish hour shift job at a shitty diner in a small town full of rednecks obsessed with tornadoes. You just want to get your money and your community college tuition paid for.

At one point on a slow day, you take notice of three people- maybe a little older than you who enter. Younger than the usual people who enter the diner. They sit down. They all look tired, a bit disheveled. Storm chasers maybe? You sigh and walk to take their orders