A moment of silence followed her greeting. I gulped, unsure of what to do or what to say. "Hel—hello," I stammered, giving a slow wave afterward.
"I didn't know teenagers went here just for a quick meal," she said, chuckling. "I guess I'm not the only one."
"What do you mean?" I asked her. She sighed and shook her head. "It's personal, don't worry about it," she said, looking away from me and at the glistening white counter.
"So, something personal causes you to come to this diner a lot?" I asked her, and she nodded but hesitantly. "Well, I'm dealing with something very personal too," I said, giving a quick smile. I'm not very sure if that was going to make her feel better though, but it's worth a try.
"How personal?" she asked, her head facing towards me once again. I chuckled and widened my eyes. "Very personal, and this diner seemed like a place of refuge for me in a sense."
