Grace stepped off the city bus into the crisp morning air, pulling her thin jacket tighter around her shoulders. The streets were waking up—the hum of early commuters, the occasional honk, and the swirl of wind down narrow lanes. She hurried toward Quinn’s Diner, a small establishment wedged between towering office buildings. Its flickering neon sign mirrored the state of the diner itself—worn but enduring.
Grace, however, always walked in with a bright smile, ready to face the day.
Inside, the diner’s dim lighting and faded booths welcomed a few early customers. Grace clocked in and offered a cheerful nod to Meg, the only other waitress on shift.
“Morning, Meg,” she said warmly.
“Morning, Grace,” Meg replied, her tone tired but friendly. “Coffee machine’s acting up again.”
Grace chuckled. “It’ll behave for me.” She headed to the counter to begin her routine. She checked the coffee maker, rearranged silverware, and greeted a lone customer sipping coffee at booth three. Though officially a waitress, Grace saw herself as…..Read Full Story Here……………….
