~Sienna~

My hand taps softly on the table as I watch the customers bustling in and out of the small diner. It’s small and cozy, and I can see the customers enjoying themselves, feeling at home.

Maybe it won’t be so bad to work here after all, preferably behind the scene. I can’t have my stomach churning with all this aroma.

I count numbers in my head while I wait for Mrs. Linda and her husband. Sitting here for over thirty minutes and still waiting. God, I’m getting restless, and my ...