Ella
The unexpected sign on the door was like a punch to the gut—a vivid, glaring announcement that one of my favorite spots had been shut down.
“CLOSED FOR BUSINESS”, it read. I felt the corners of my mouth turn downward as I stepped
“Man, this sucks,” I mumbled, still unable to shake off the disappointment.
Logan looked at me, his eyes reflecting a softer hue of concern. “Damn. You seem like you really liked this place.”
“Yeah, I did,” I confessed, running a hand through my hair. “I know it’s silly, but they had really good food, and I came here a lot when I was younger. I wonder why they shut down all of a sudden.”
He chuckled, a warm sound that instantly reminded me that not everything had to be doom and gloom just because one of my favorite restaurants had closed. I think what
